Omori Rooms Novels & Stories

He didn't leave the citadel though, he just went to a hidden private room. The room's called Mommy Room. He made few swipes on the electric door before he could open it with his heartbeats count. The room's not too big, not small either. Dark in contrast with his white suit, but when he turned on the moderate lights, it was better. A oakwood table stood in the middle of the room, and on top of it, there's a plate of cold refrigerated black chocolate with fork, and minimal packs of wasabi peas.

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?”

Arriving at the spare room quickly, which was only two rooms away, Akiko cautioned them not to disturb Damian’s assigned room at the end of the corridor. “Liu Feng and Zen share the same room, so Damian is taking up Zen’s room as his workshop. The guild room is my bedroom that is sometimes repurposed. I sometimes share a room with the girls in the party, so we have one more spare room. It belonged to Two Shots, but you can use it. This is the authorisation code. Don’t share it with anyone else. Move all your belongings over by today. It’s not safe in Class E dormitories because our enemies live there after falling through event rankings the last time. The corridor here should be safe, but ne

If they managed to see through Riley’s lie, then Cundrie would definitely be the most embarrassed person that day! Brimming with anxiety, sweat began falling down Cundrie’s forehead as she thought, ‘I’ve already told you how smart and slick Noel was! He’s not someone who gets cheated easily!’ “…There are a total of thirty-six rooms that are divided into upper, middle, and lower floors. Since Mr. Crawford was born in a family that appreciates literature and art, the middle floor is used to display masterpieces that include ancient paintings, famous western oil paintings, and many other works of art from all over the world. Behind the mountain top is a large hot spring pool built high above th

“You’ll want the East Wing. The rooms are preserved there.” Isolde looked at Penelope, whose eyes narrowed but said nothing. They entered. The hallway stretched long, arched, and sterile. Portraits lined the walls. But all the faces had been scrubbed out blurred with solvent, like ghosts with polite posture. Room 217 waited at the end. Isolde’s hand hovered over the knob. “This was mine.” Dorian looked at her. “You’re sure?” “Yes.” Her voice was strange. Hollow. She opened the door.

By the time we arrived at the war room below Aurelian House, adrenaline had worn off enough to leave room for dread. Focus. The dome room resonated quietly with overlapping wards meant to keep any loose chatter from escaping the space. In the center was a long, dark oak table carved with barely visible runic grooves Elias had likely added within the last year. Kaia slid into the chair next to me without permission or preamble, already calm and present after her altercation. I sank into my seat before glancing up at her.

A few seconds later, a voice echoed on the reply. "Come in" After a few clicks on the intercom, the wooden doors slowly opened, revealing a vast space. Lianna couldn’t keep her admiration as she traces the whole area. The space was not a typical size for an office. The entire northern space was sculpted in a semi-circular design, with the curve fully adorned with floor-to-ceiling glass windows with cedar framing. However, like the theme outside, it was bathed with asian ornaments, with the towering walls on the southern part of the plane decorated with some sort of ancient Japanese murals of landscapes, cascading the whole lower half.

Bohdan asked. “Not very often, but sometimes a rich industrialist will come and pay to have an armed escort down here. It’s usually a huge deal when they do and they have lots of armed guards. Now that you’re here, I’m sure we’ll have a lot more of them showing up. I bet they give you a room of your own.” “What do you mean a room of my own?” Bohdan asked. “There are three building here, one is filled with the Mormons, the other with miners. The third is torn to pieces and is filled with rats and shit. Most of the vampires use it as a toilet.”

We figured you wouldn’t want to be separated from your daughter, so we made special arrangements for your rooms. As Alfred pushed the door open, our jaws dropped at the scene. Its walls were adorned with vibrant tapestries, while the bed was covered with lace and surrounded by fluffy pillows and blankets. A vanity table, graced with intricate designs, held a gold-framed mirror, surrounded by vases of freshly picked wildflowers. “Mom, this is great!” Tori exclaimed as she scanned the room. Alfred bowed his head, pleased with Tori’s reaction. “We are pleased to know you like your room, Lady Serena.”

“I wanted to see him, no matter what he said, take me to his room.” Clarice nodded her head and ushered her into the long winding hall of the Japanese terrace. If Sky thinks Soma’s private chamber is lavish and spacious, the main villa is a grand villa with a very beautiful Japanese aesthetic. There’s a koi pond in the middle of the garden, with Sakura trees adorning the Japanese-style hallway. Every room has its function with simple but high-quality furniture, the craftsmanship of this country’s finest carpenter. Payne’s room located at the end of the hall, is a semi-private room with its own private terrace. Sky was in a hurry to open the sliding door that led to his room, but a voice comi