Novel & Cerita Omori Rooms

Moira refused the water out of fear. “I have nothing to lose, so I guess I'll go along with your little charade.” Said Moira standing to her feet. Moira was then taken throughout the castle to her and Yu’s living quarters. Yu’s room was circular room with a twin size bed, white walls, a night stand, a lamp, a fish tank and a television, and a large window and a walk in closet. Moira and Kariya’s room had a canopy bed with a fireplace, a fern, a walk in closet, red walls, a 360 mirror, a huge window overlooking the land.

my eyes widen with shock at her statement, "I just can't be bothered with any of them interrogating me." "Them?" She leaves the question hanging as she moves further into the apartment. Following her in, my eyes opened wide in disbelief as I scanned the room. The decor was subtle yet modern with hints of vintage works everywhere and... Japanese? The kitchen and living space were connected making the floor extremely spacious and flowers lined a small dining table near what looked like... shoji doors. A few rows of stairs led to a hallway I guessed led to the bedrooms and a bathroom; four rooms to be exact. The wall between the hallway and the doors was shockingly covered in shelves of books f

One day, she was going to run away from this prison. It took Kira one whole week to roam around and make notes of the entire house. She was shocked and surprised to note that there were one hundred and sixteen rooms, one hundred and twenty four bathrooms, eleven kitchens, twenty four courtyards and twelve swimming pools in the house. One hundred and sixteen rooms included the staffing rooms too. If Kira removed the staff quarters, then there were eighty seven rooms that were occupied by members of the clan and guests. And each of these eighty seven rooms had a sitting room attached to it. Kira, while surveying the house had walked into many occupied rooms too, in almost everyone, she had apo

Crystal River Pack and Denali Pack Emily sat on the floor of the main room of the Oracle’s temple of the Crystal River Temple complex with the large hellhound asleep next to her. The walls were painted a soft blue, and one couch was a bright red while the other was a soft cream that matched the two armchairs. Light wood tables were scattered throughout the room. Imogen was always tickled with Emily and her scenarios. As she got older, they got more detailed and dramatic. Gone were the days of the simple childish questions.

I said and Louise and I continue walking ahead. It's a bit of a walk down the hallways, lined with green mini forests of landscapes. The place was designed in the Japanese style. Every room is private and has a specific view. One of the staff guided us, which is a matter of etiquette, though I don’t require guidance. "Beautiful…" she mutters softly beside me. "Your refreshments will be here soon, Sir." "Thank you." I watched her look around, and with both hands on my hips, I started…

Orchid grinned. “I think he said room 213.” I said, giving her the room number, I had seen when the wolf had grabbed my hand. Orchid practically floated down the hallway as I held back a distance, blaming nervousness. She was more than happy to take the man’s attention if I wasn’t feeling it and thought nothing of me hanging back. She skidded to a stop in front of the room, checking her makeup quickly in her compact before knocking on the door. “What do you want?” A man spoke, opening the door to her grinning face.

The people went around each corners of the palace to check and admire the surroundings,and to their surprise the rooms they got to know by the help of Sonia,each of the rooms door was plastered with a beautiful inscription of their names,that is each of the people's names were written boldly at the entrance of each of the doors,indicating that the particular room was meant for each of the people,so they know which one was theirs. Monie found her room,as shown by the inscription written on the entrance of the door,and when she entered,it was like a beautiful little palace,every where was spacious,the bed alone was so soft and wide,that one will think he or she is sinking inside the bed,the ba

I’ve never seen anything like it. The woman carries me up several staircases and down many halls before coming to two large, ornate doors. She gently pushes them open with her foot and once again my jaw drops to the ground. Is this my room? It’s the largest room I’ve ever seen, you could fit all the ranked suites at the packhouse in this one room. The walls are an orange-red shade with large orange-red pillars spaced down the right and left-hand sides of the room. Red chiffon cascades from the ceiling and pink chiffon hangs near every pillar. Large, gold bell-shaped lanterns are spaced between each pillar and that’s not the most extravagant part. There’s a built-in pond in the middle of the

Pushing aside my weariness of the set up, I slipped into the seat directly opposite him while skeptically surveying the hidden room. Surrounding the old wooden table we were currently seated at, which I realized after I'd say, lone fibres sticking out of the flat surface, only lightly. The room was lit, the light beginning to deeply irritate me. It was then I noticed the dark coloured furniture scattered around the edges, with a gigantic growling lion head plastered on the wall diagonal to the table, which was rather fitting for the archaic aura it gave off, especially with him seated opposite me like the king of the jungle himself. He looked at me like he knew something I didn't and I hated

She bit down on her bottom lip, following behind him as he shoved one door open and stepped in first, scanning the space with sharp, feral precision before gesturing for her to follow. The room was small and dingy, with a fireplace in the corner covered in snow coming in through the chimney, broken pieces of furniture lying around and a cabinet in what looked like a makeshift kitchen, but the roof was still intact for the most part. Without a word, Orion crossed to it, rummaging through the shelves. They were empty, except for a few wooden utensils and a single rusted can of baked beans. He picked it up, examining it in his hand before glancing over his shoulder.