Onyx Room House Of Yes Novels & Stories

DEBORAH and L'OREAL stare up at the second floor in awe. The box in KY'S arms vanishes, and KY breaks up KY'S gawking long enough to see ISAAC go up the stairs. "This house is…," DEBORAH starts, turning around. "Big?" L'OREAL finishes. "Is there a pool?" KY shrugs, unsure as KY walks along the marble tiles that stretch across the atrium. "Maybe?" "Can we see our room?" DEBORAH asks.

I can see Cyara sitting at the large window in the room off the other side of the kitchen reading. “Where are the others?” I ask. “Somewhere in this house.” Byanca answers without turning around. I turn to look at the three behind me and I watch as their eyes get wide and they are staring at something. Of course, as if they sensed new people Bliz, Nightshade and Onyx come strolling into the room. I hear Burton start laughing when he sees their reaction to the three animals that have made themselves at home on the other side of the room.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Even just a shadow of the boy who used made my stomach rumble with nerves. I remembered waiting for him… then blackness. Nothing else. I sat up slowly, the room spinning just enough to remind me of my recklessness. The blanket pooled around my waist and I looked around, blinking at the elegant, modern décor. Cream walls. Gold trim. Everything expensive and pristine. I was in Oliver’s house. My room. My throat tightened. What had I done?

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.

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.

She was Asian, short, with soft curves and a beautiful complexion. Josie’s Dad wasn’t what I expected. He wore steel toe work boots with worn jeans and a Carthart t-shirt. A look of shock traveled across his tired face. “Momma, Daddy, these are my roommates Maverick and Jordan.” Silence enveloped the room. Jordan hummed the Jeopardy theme song beneath his breath. Her mother turned to her and said, “You said you were moving in with a girl? These,” she said, gesturing toward the two of us, “are not girls.”

Perhaps his mother was royalty of the House of Lycans and had had an affair with a lowly man, resulting in him having Lycan blood. "Since you are now the Lord of the House of Lycans, Your Majesty, you can do whatever with the Direwolves," Henri explained. Alpha Axel ascended the creaking stone stairs. Reaching the top, he peered down into the iron pit and saw four massive Direwolves prowling menacingly. Their fur shimmered in the dim light—Valkax, the white Direwolf, with eyes like frost; Gryndor, the grey Direwolf, silent and sleek as smoke; Thalor, the dusky Direwolf, whose presence seemed to absorb the light; and Nyxar, the black fury, whose growls resonated with a deep, primal rage.

Excited, Johnny shows the comfortable living room, the kitchen decorated in shades of blue and gray, the bathroom, the small but beautiful balcony, and, finally, the bedroom. It was the largest room in the house. Emanuele noticed that the highlight was the double bed with blue bedspread, sheets, and pillows. Next to it, a bedside table held a lamp and a telephone. A bookcase full of games and books was leaning against the other wall, as was the TV. A discreet door in the other corner revealed that there was a bathroom attached to it as well. The girl stepped forward, taking in other details: paintings here and there, depicting various landscapes and also musicians, such as James Hetfield and

I said, he nodded, he looked pleased with what I had said. “You can make yourself at home, and once again, I’m sorry about tricking you!” He said, I rolled my eyes. “You’re a fucking goat!” i said and turned around, I walked away and headed to my room. Getting there, I saw Onyx seated on my bed. “What are you doing here child?” I asked softly. “I can’t find Anna, is this your room?” She asked and I nodded. “Can I sleep here today?” She said, I smiled and walked towards her. I stroked her hair gently and she giggled.