Novel Rooms Novels & Stories

RIVER "Come on in," Javier said as he opened the door. "Javier, is that you?" a voice called from one of the rooms. "No, it's the spirit of Christmases past," Javier yelled back to his roommate as he rolled his eyes. "Of course it has to be; I was wondering who else had keys to freely enter our apartment," he replied, and soon a boy with brown hair and gorgeous pale green eyes appeared in the doorway of the room, staring at me, who was still standing awkwardly at the door. "And of course you set me up by not telling me that we had company," he said as he took a step back and then seconds later reappeared with a shirt now covering his perfectly toned chest.

SAMANTHA’S POV The library’s third-floor reading room was almost empty at 11:45 PM, the only light coming from the green banker’s lamps on the long oak tables. I had claimed the corner desk near the windows, my postcolonial lit notes spread out like a battlefield. My laptop screen glowed with an unfinished 3000-word essay on identity and resistance, the cursor blinking accusingly at me. I had been here since 8 PM, but my mind kept drifting to the text Wesley had sent an hour ago.

My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving. "I want to start reading," I said giggling then run my feet to the most colorful cabinet. My hand was so close to grabbing the first book but someone interrupted me. "Later, Sam. There's more to see." We went to the room's floor where all of the rooms were located. There were seven classy, exquisite, modern, and expensive-looking rooms including my room and his room. The first room was his parent's room, the second was his, the third was mine and the rest was specially made for the visitors.

“Let’s do this, Chris “ She muttered and entered. Her eyes beamed in excitement. She just loves everything about this room. It was just too beautiful and huge, Christiana wished it was her room. She rushed to the bookshelf, grabbed her favorite novel, and plunged into the soft and comfy king-sized bed. She turned over, lying on the bed with her stomach, her legs partially raised and crossed. A few hours later, Christiana was done reading. The novel was so amazing, it left her wanting to read more. But… that was enough reading for today. The crazy woman turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling. A bored sign left her lips. “What else am I gonna do? “ An idea entered Christiana’s mind and

" We don't open the house twice in the same place, I don't know if Lino told you this, we never repeat the same place two days in a row and today we are here. Today we are here, tomorrow we might be on the opposite side of town or in another neighborhood or condominium and to get in, you must have the password that changes every three days and without it, you will not be served. But let's not make them waste any more time, shall we? There are four environments that you can enjoy in our building, we will give you two keys so that you can enjoy two of our attractions, I think I can call them that, the other two, one you have already seen at the entrance, the common room, where you can be total

“You have to be careful.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Nova says quickly. “It’s okay, honey, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I tell her. She nods, then looks up at me again, her excitement returning. “Do you want to see our rooms?” “I’d love to,” I say. “I already know it’s amazing.” Her face lights up as she leads the way, this time more careful with her movements. We start with her room. It’s everything you’d expect from a little girl with a big imagination—soft pastel colors, fairy lights draped along the walls, a canopy bed covered in plush pillows, and shelves filled with toys and books that look like they’ve already been loved.

I woke up in an unknown room, again but it wasn't a love hotel like before, there were no condoms or ropes and chain or lube, no dim lights, nothing. I winced at the sudden pain in my cheek, I held my hand to my cheek while I admired the room, the walls were painted blue, there was a closet at the end of the room, there weren't any pictures, there was a work desk next to the bed with a laptop, papers, books and writing utensils and the bed was huge, fit for a prince. I started thinking whether this was one of those isekais where you die and become a young master. The door swung open, pulling me out of my fantasy world. It was a woman, not very young, dressed in a maid outfit- not the sexy on

' 'Seems like he's overthinking it,' he said, rubbing his arms through his hands. "Do you identify as Lucifer Axosal?" She inquired, blinking her eyes shut. "Yes, ma'am, do you require anything?" He invited them to come forward. "Does this advertisement belong to you?" She inquired, pointing to the poster affixed to the door. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, nodding. "I'd like to have that room." She stated that she was approaching him and standing in front of him. That's when he realized he'd left out the most important detail. He desired a man for the room. Because his house only had one room.

The honest room. He thought about all the rooms that had been named in his own life. The weight-bearing room — Owen's term for the kitchen table, the room that held the significant things. The bones room — his own term, the November-window morning idea. The December room — the prepared welcome, the made-ready, the room believing in the arrival. The threshold space — the held breath, the in-between. The reading room at the top. All of them are named from the inside. All of them were named not by the official designation but by the quality of what they were and what they did.

Everything is conditional; how they accept the truth about me decides the future events in our lives, either together or separately. I looked around the massive room in front of me. All these accommodations were foreign to me, a luxury I had never experienced since childhood. I can’t say I don’t like them; they’re just different. The room was very spacious, if I can even call it a room. There are rooms within the room: a small kitchen, a living room, a minibar, an entertainment area, and a bedroom. As I surveyed the surroundings, I mentally decided to sleep on the couch in the living room later. It looked comfortable, and with my petite body, I could easily stretch on it. I don’t want to be