Omori Rooms Novels & Stories

“He like big things.” Camilla laughed. “It’s huge.” Looking around the room, she said, “Yes, it’s big.” “And empty,” Doris muttered. On another look, the room was sparse. A foot couch sat at the end of the bed, with no lotions or perfume on the vanity table. The walls were empty. No picture portraits. It was like entering a hotel. It looked barely lived in. Camilla noticed Imani was gone. “The colour I hate,” Doris added.

He told me that he had taken them off the shelves when more and more of our people began turning freak. As we came upon his chamber door I realized I had never stepped foot inside his chambers before, and the butterflies in my stomach began swirling around in swarms. He opened the door and I was shocked at the exquisitely detailed room that lay before me. It was decorated in hues of orange and red, reminding me of a gorgeous sunset after a storm. Unlike my own quarters, his was a loft style room with an iron spiral staircase that sat just to the right inside the door. He led me up that staircase to a loft office with a library.

The girl was mumbling all the way upstairs, and he didn't know if she was cursing him, thanking him, or entirely talking to someone else. He could just lightly smile, and the gentleman who guided them, seeing that, widely smiled as well, knowing that he was right. At the end of the stairs was a hall with a few doors on both sides. There were six to eight rooms. The tall and slightly rounded Onerean new friend walked to the end of the hall and opened the door on his right. "Please," He said, extending his arm to allow Domi to take her inside the medium size room. The whole building was made of wood. It was homie, warm, and welcoming.

The Room Damon and Sienna’s room was nothing short of spectacular. The moment they stepped in, they were greeted by floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the sparkling blue ocean, the light catching on gentle waves like diamonds scattered across the water. Cream-colored curtains framed the glass, fluttering slightly from the soft breeze of the air conditioner.

Ignoring the requests of her close friend was enough to overwhelm her mind. “Uhmm.. are you really going out?” “What for? Yo won’t go out!” “Now i have time for it!” “Seriously?!” “What?! This Rice cakes is another level!” Hyuk shouts in surprise, “You really made it by yourself?” Hyomi returned to her seat after the call ended, “Of course! I live alone!” ^^^ The rooms are quite large. Glass dominates the room, adding a wall painted with clouds to add a bright atmosphere to the room. The most comfortable dining table for stars is made by a major entertainment company in Korea. This room is reserved for them practicing, more precisely for dancing.

I hear something like a come in as the maid twists the knob pushing the door open. "Ma'am" she holds the door open for me with a small bow. "Thank you" I say as I step into the room, the door shutting in a thud behind me. Mama mia. The room is excellent. The room is spacious and is of such dimension that everything fits comfortably inside and shaped like a rectangle. The delicacy in the shapes and edges used on each part of the furniture in the room is paramount.

Jordan~ The studio is unlocked when I get there, which already puts me in a bad mood. It shouldn’t matter. If anything, it’s convenient. But unlocked means someone else beat me here, means the day started without my permission, means I’m late even when I’m not. I flick the lights on anyway. The room wakes up in sections. Fluorescent strips hum overhead. Dust lifts and settles. There’s this smell of paint and warm plastic plus a faint metallic tang that never fully leaves no matter how often the windows get opened.

"Of course, I can.. Where are you?" "A guest house.. 'Grand Rooms' is the name of the place.." "'Grand Rooms'? I don't know.." At this point, Ruby got a tap on the back, and when she turned, she saw Omari sitting up, paying attention. He mouthed, "I know.." And so, she spoke back into the phone, "Okay, Snyder, you know what? I'll be there in.." She gestured to Omari to give her a timeframe. Seeing her gesture, Omari mouthed again, "Forty five, max.."

After she was finally out, Sumire randomly entered the other office door of the building to wait for the man. She happened to enter an office shimmering in silver-white that differs and sole color among the dark-brown office doors in the building. The maiden just ignore the signboard with the word "NO FILTHY ANIMALS ALLOWED" outside the door. The maiden just burst inside and confidently entered the suite. She strides inside like she owns the place. The bedazzling room opened up to her. Sumire felt like she was in heaven. The stuffs inside are neatly organized and sparkled. Each corner was shimmering in a silver hue. As if even dust were ashamed to invade this place.

“Hey, can you make dinner? Salmon, lemon sauce and maybe some greens?” “Thanks,” I said, hanging up, my feet drifting toward my bedroom. But I stopped at Orrin’s door, its closed surface pulling me like a tide. Three weeks gone, no word, just those roses stirring me up. I shouldn’t snoop—his space was private—but curiosity burned, and I turned the knob, the door opening silently. His room was stark, orderly, every detail organised. A king bed with crisp white sheets, a sleek desk bare except for a pen holder. An armchair by a window framing London’s lights.