Novel & Cerita Novel Rooms

She rushed over and yanked the quilt out of my arms. "No! You can't leave!" she exclaimed. "Why not? Does she owe you money or something?" asked my new roommate, Serena Zander. She was a nice girl with her hair in a high ponytail. Sia was flushed red, but she could not explain herself. She scowled and blocked the exit in the end, she said, "No, that's not it… I don't care. You're not allowed to leave!" Serena did not understand, but I knew exactly what Sia was thinking.

'New idiots. — Understood, miss. She's in room L. — The rooms are like those used to interrogate people when police capture them; you can see every person they're torturing. 'They don't see you, but you see them.' The hallway is white, not the same with the rooms, which stand out with a beautiful red color as decoration. In some of them there are corpses; in others, cleaning is going on. — Open the door. — I tell one of my employees as we arrive at the room whose name doesn't matter at all.

“Listen, I wouldn't need your help on a normal day. Now, tell me. Are you going to help me open this? Or are you going to let me do stuff by myself?” I cock an eyebrow at her as I slam my shoulder into the door, pushing it open. The second I open it, I frown. It looks like a hallway. But then, there are other things. Rooms on each side of the place that look like they don't even have an end. “What is this place?” Nova asks, as her voice bounces off the walls. She walks along, and I am right behind her. By the time we start stopping in front of each of the rooms, I can't help but notice how dark the rooms are, with blood splattered on the walls. It is almost nothing to write home about.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

There were also two open doorways to his left and right side that seemed to lead to rooms, he could not seem to see through a haze of sorts that blocked his view of what those rooms contained. “We have bedrooms upstairs,” Kealy said, pointing up the stairways. “To the left leads to the kitchen and dining room, which then leads to a small library and study area, and to our right is a training room. This place is strange, it changes every day or so. New rooms arrive, old ones disappear, we see new foods in the pantry and Karinna has said books in the library are added every time she goes there.” “I believe this place changes depending on your experiences outside of this place,” Kiri added. “In

Finding me lacking all over again. Naomi nudged my arm. “Relax. They can’t actually judge you.” “Yes, they can,” I muttered. “At least it feels like it.” We finally reached Room 317. My hands shook slightly as I unlocked the door. Inside, sunlight spilled across two twin beds, two desks, and a large window that overlooked the garden. It was simple but beautiful and suddenly, overwhelmingly foreign. “My roommate isn’t here yet,” I breathed out. “Good,” Naomi said. “You can settle in before the chaos starts.”

He walks out of the office, shirt undone, not caring about who sees him. “You need to come and look around the rooms before we open, know which rooms are for what, and so on.” He waits by the door for me. Walking around, we spend the next hour going through the rooms he calls dungeons and playrooms. Each room has a different layout. Most items are similar, but some rooms have different items, and all the rooms are different sizes. The lighting in each room is different, along with the colour and style. Looking around has helped me a lot. Being in the rooms has made me realise they are just like the ones at Jackson’s house. Everything has my attention. I find myself asking questions, and afte

There are many rooms upstairs but just two weren’t empty and that shows the twin Alphas' rooms. I remember stumbling across their rooms while cleaning earlier but I have no idea who lives where? I ran up the stairs to the 10th room by the right, I only knocked after I did a breathing exercise to calm my nerves. Knock knock— Nothing came. Repeating the process for a minute and there was no reply so I dared to push open the door. Inside the room is a big bookshelf that caught my eye first. The shelf with many books and next is the big king-sized bed. The walls are made of very dark materials that look rather too shiny to be tiled. Nothing in here looks colorful, just a mixture of black and whi

One creaked open showing a dorm room that shouldn’t exist. Lola blinked. “That’s my old room.” “Exactly,” her double said sweetly. “Everything begins and ends where it started.” Without warning, the reflection shoved her backward hard. Lola fell through the open door. It slammed shut. Adam cursed, pounding against the door. “Lola!” Inside, darkness swallowed her. The hum of the dorm became a heartbeat again deep, rhythmic, calling her name. The walls around her glowed faintly blue, covered in moving code.

My roommate, Miranda White, loved romance novels. She always fantasized about becoming the rich and beautiful protagonists of her novels, dreaming of the day a rich and handsome young man would fall in love with her at first sight. Her goal in life was to find a rich, handsome, and devoted boyfriend who could launch her to the top of society. As such, she did all she could to present herself as a rich beauty. She would dress herself in luxury clothing and use the best skincare products she could get her hands on. All counterfeit, of course.