Novel Rooms Novels & Stories

Before I could react, he lifted me again, striding down the corridor toward a row of rooms. As we passed them, I noticed they were empty, but not unused. Equipment, restraints, things I couldn’t even name, lay scattered inside. “What are these rooms?” I asked. “Private rooms,” he replied. “For exclusive members.” My heart stuttered. “And... are you one?" ____ A. Gupta

worse meaning too beautiful to be real. White marble floors, curved staircase, gold fixtures. Everything was soft and quiet and expensive, there were large paintings she couldn’t understand, plants that looked fake but probably weren’t, and not a speck of dust in sight. She followed Lena up the stairs, passing what looked like a full library, an indoor bar, a hallway of glass doors leading to the rooftop. “Your room is here,” Lena said, opening a door just across from another one. “That’s his.” Of course it was.

Inside, the air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and stale ale. We walked up to the woman at the front desk. “We need rooms,” I said. The woman didn't look at the ledger. Instead, she leaned over the counter, raking her eyes over me seductively. “Really? All of you in one room?” she purred. I felt a flash of irritation. “Separate rooms for the men. But she and I stay together. How much?” The woman’s gaze shifted to Novel. She examined her like a piece of jewelry, her eyes lighting up with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

Kael stopped outside a large wooden door and pushed it open before stepping aside. “In you go.” Nova eyed him suspiciously before walking inside. The room was far nicer than she had expected. Dark wooden furniture, a stone fireplace, large windows overlooking the compound, and shelves lined with books gave the place a surprisingly warm feel. It was spacious without feeling extravagant, clearly lived in rather than decorated for show. She slowly turned in a circle. “Okay…” Her eyes landed on Kael. “Where are we?” Kael closed the door behind them. “This is my room.”

Roommates 3 She was two hour into reading the art of story telling when the scraping of chair from close by gained her attention. It was annoying that anyone would do something this aggravating in the library. She tried to ignore it and focused on the writing on the book but then something else got her attention. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone seating opposite her clumsily putting out text book in front of them making a clattering noise. She choose to ignore this also trying to believe that this was the persons first time in a public space and that the person was just nervous.

So the servant staff makes sure the floors are vacuum cleaned three times a day, my room two times, and the walls and couches are taken care of once a day. My wing has four massive rooms. One is my master bedroom, second a gym room, third is an audio-visual and the fourth is my personal library containing books with dark genres one wouldn't even want to throw a glance upon. Although I had wanted to transform it into a torture room, so I could walk in on my captives and make them bleed as and when I desired it, my architects didn't think it was a great idea. But what do I do, I am a crazy fucker. I have a lust for blood.

I nodded while I walked behind the girl , my head was spinning in so many directions , I didn’t know if I wanted to fight it , I just didn’t know if I could fight it . Walking through the corridor , I could see the many rooms . This is one of the places that you should never go to , that is the Alpha chambers and it’s off limits to everyone and most especially you , you cannot go in there no no account . So if you don’t have any more questions to ask then that is all that you need to know and this is your room now . I turned and was standing in front of the most gigantic room that I have ever seen . To the well brown decorated room to heaps of clothes and then the shoe rack and then the book

“Yeah, I read up on that too.” “Well, Miranda, that practice has been dead for centuries now,” Lazarus pointed out. “Most of the rooms are still dirty with blood stains so only these four are available to use.” he pointed to the four yellow doors. “So go on and pick your rooms.” They finally made it to the end of the hall where it seemed a lot cleaner and comfortable. There was a couch sitting by the window big enough for a dozen people. The chandelier hung low with beautiful crystals and gold ornaments while the walls were painted in a striking bright green colour. “Well, obviously Shelly and I must have one for ourselves,” Duran spoke while pulling Shelly in the first bedroom he saw, slamm

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

“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.