Novel Rooms Novels & Stories

Allan walked to the room on the right where there was a special room where he put his books and an easy chair facing the window. Allan chose one of his books that was quite thick. A business journal it seemed. Allan began to take a position and started reading, not how long he read for but his eyes refused to close. He anxiously closed the book again. "Oh, yes. Perhaps I could read a light book perhaps? A novel? Let's see, do I have a novel? I don't think so! How about this? Wait a minute...whose book is this? A novel? I don't think so..not mine! Does Eve have one? I'd rather just read this!" Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's oth

The door clicked shut behind him as he locked it, before casting me a brief, dismissive glance as though I were insignificant. “Oi! What are you doing in here? This is my room. You’ve gone into the wrong one, I said. “Wait… I recognize you. You’re the same guy who splashed mud all over me and walked away without offering a single apology,"I said . “And who the hell are you? This was supposed to be the room my mother secured for me. Why are you here, you little thing?” He let out a cold, dismissive scoff, eyes scanning me with blatant disdain. “Tch… do you even realize who you’re speaking to?”

Anna said eagerly, pointing to the back of the library. Zack’s eyes followed her pointing finger, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Perfect, those rooms have soundproof doors. Nobody will hear a thing,” he growled, his voice low and husky. He did not wait for her to lead the way- instead, he grabbed her hand firmly and pulled her along behind him. His long strides ate up the distance between them. They passed the Librarians desk at the back and went in to the back room where there were rows of private study rooms. “Watching you walk into class with that asshole’s apology still hanging in the air... It made me want to bend you over the nearest desk and fuck you until you forget his

The hope of friendship still lingers in my mind. Despite my struggling life with my roommate my new novel gained momentum, which was focusing on the lives of wealthy individuals, I found myself caught up in the writing process. My editor, Henry, was pleased with my work, and it felt great. My new novel is based on my current situation. But picturing Haze to be more sweet, extraverted, and delicate. Each morning, I would wake up and head to the private gym in the apartment building that I had discovered a few weeks ago. Haze never mentioned its existence, and when I asked her about it, she simply shrugged and said, "You never asked," with an indifferent expression.

, I clapped once at them and they began to carry out the instruction Spider had given. We took our different route heading to the parts we have been assigned. I went to the other room to check. The building had roughly six large rooms in it. As I checked with my gin in my hand I didn't find anything fascinating, just some old home with lots of secret rooms. Standing by the entrance of the locked room, I adjusted my gun, putting it to safety so it doesn't cause any unintended harm to me. I kicked the door and it burst open revealing a room filled with books on the shelf. Heavy dust stuck on them resulting in a strange stench. I coughed softly as I walked into the room. At the end of the small

It had a nice walk-in closet and positioned between the bathroom and Maverick's room. There was a lock, which didn’t look too difficult to break into, but knowing we’d have to pay a deposit for any damages made me think Maverick wouldn’t try anything. I bit my bottom lip and placed my bag on the bed, which came furnished since it was a college apartment. All my sheets and the small amount of décor sat in the truck of my Honda downstairs. I wanted—needed—this room, but all my memories of high school surfaced. There had to be someone else looking for a roommate somewhere.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

Novella put all the mail inside of her room; meanwhile, they arrive at the ballroom. At the ballroom Novella pushes the big doors open to the ballroom; white and gold decorations were beautifully everywhere. "This is beautiful what is this for, " Ezra said "This is a welcome back party/Marriage interview," Novella said, "Father and Mother is throwing a marriage interview isn't it kinda early for that " Ezra said, " Well yeah but this give me first pick on the handsome prince I want," Novella said, "I guess your right," Ezra giggled

My heart begins to race rapidly and I feel like I'm about to pass out. Please dont tell me Amar ordered 'The Hulk' to kill him and they've found the body already. I just know if she questions me about yesterday and if Amar was involved I'll crack. I've never been good at lying, deceiving yes, but not lying. "Sure, we can go to one of the vacant rooms in the back." I walk out of the bar with her close behind me. As we walk through the hallway, we pass the room that will always give me the creeps. I quickly look in the opposite direction and open the door four rooms down from my previous room.

The other party seemed to be silent and said nothing again. Going back to the room, Nicole thought for a moment and decided to knock on the door of Room 402, which was Zeke's room. The rooms in the castle were less of a continental but modern minimalist style, which Nicole still admired. Cold, languid, with a bit of impersonal indifference. It was a bit like the café style of Jared.