Panic Room Novels & Stories

The room felt ice-cold the moment the word *video* left Liam’s lips. It was as if the heavy velvet drapes of the Omni Parker House had suddenly dissolved, exposing them to the biting, gray Boston wind outside. The fragile sanctuary they had built during the dark, lawless hours of the night was gone, replaced by the sterile, blinding glare of reality.

He parked in this one's parking lot. When Liam hit the fourth-floor corridor, his boots sounded heavy against the thin carpet. He walked straight to 4B and knocked twice. The door swung open almost instantly. Marcus was standing there in grey sweatpants and a faded college tee, a slice of peppered sausage pizza already hanging out of his mouth. "Yo, Cap!" Marcus mumbled around the crust, stepping back to let him in. "Get your ass in here. It’s fucking freezing." Liam walked in, pulling his boots off by the mat and setting his keys on the counter. The apartment smelled like melted cheese, grease, and cheap laundry detergent. The TV was running low in the background, showing some random colleg

"Safety. Or at least a door that doesn't lead to a ten-story drop." We hobbled down the tilted corridor. The emergency lights flickered, casting long, jerky shadows against the scorched walls. Every few seconds, the building groaned, a deep, structural moan that made my stomach drop. "Here." Caleb stopped at a plain gray wall near the elevator shaft. He pressed his palm against a section of the molding that looked like a decorative trim. Click. A seam appeared. A door, reinforced with three inches of steel, slid back. "A panic room?" I stepped inside. The air was pressurized. Clean. It smelled like ozone and expensive leather. "You renovated the whole floor fo

I was a commodity, a pawn, and now a specimen in a drawer. I slid down the wall, hugging my knees. The darkness was complete. I squeezed my eyes shut. It was no different. Then, a new sound. A heavy thunk, then a hiss. Light, harsh and white. Stabbed into the darkness as the door opened. Liam stood silhouetted in the frame. His face was all sharp angles in the backlight. He stepped inside, and the door sealed behind him. We were locked in together. The panic room was small. Maybe ten by ten. A bench along one wall. Shelves with supplies. A single, dim emergency light now casts long shadows.

He could have taken him, he could have taken my little cousin? I thought and my heart ache at that thought. There's no way he can get to him now, not in that room. There's four rooms that are impenetrable in this pack house. The largest is in the basement. The walls and ceiling are steel, the door is a 3-in steel door that locks securely from the inside. There's two more smaller rooms just like that. One in my father's room and one in mine. My father's secured room was there first. He had it put in when he was the Alpha. It's basically a panic room. It's for his Luna in case something happens and the luna cannot get to the one in the basement.

"I will ensure that the man who killed your father and broke you will never draw breath on Valenti land." ​He released her and stepped out into the night, vanishing instantly into the shadows and the mobilized security forces. ​Alessia led Amara and Emilla through the opulent, echoing halls. The silence was now unnerving, punctuated only by the soft, rapid footsteps of security staff moving with tense purpose. ​The Panic Room, tucked behind a hidden, reinforced door concealed by a tapestry, was state-of-the-art: a comfortable, air-locked space equipped with communications, supplies, and heavy security glass overlooking the gardens. Two large, impassive guards

Ava could hear the plates hit the floor and shatter. “Ava, the bed room. Now!” he shouted as Ava felt the warm air from outside find its way into the climate controlled apartment. It was then it hit her, the man was now inside the apartment. She dropped the soda in her hands and ran alongside Gabriel. She heard someone hurrying behind them. “Panic room,” Gabriel said as he slammed the bedroom door closed behind them and stabbed his finger on something under a nightstand. A wall panel swung open and revealed the cold interior of a panic room. Ava had never been as happy to see a room in her life. She hurried inside, followed by G

Hughes said, then slowed down to normal speed as the packhouse came into view. Hughes glanced in the rearview mirror and could see Zane and Dominic in the front seats. And just like in his car, in the back seat, he could see Zane's terrified mates, with their arms wrapped around each other. "The panic room is impenetrable from the outside. The walls are steel, so no one can just come through the walls. Once locked from the inside, it can only be unlocked from the inside. Joshua, Jameson, and Timothy will be in there with you.

And besides she was fucking ecstatic he was gone. The panic room turned out to be behind an unassuming wall in the main hallway. An easy, central location to get to, which had a second access point from the master suite as the billionaire explained. He opened the drawer to an antique stand holding a crystal vase full of fresh flowers. He slipped his palm into the drawer to be scanned. There was a clicking sound and the wall opened up. “That is cool,” said Amber, “I want one.” Grayson chuckled, “Mr. Melcher, I’d like to make sure that Miss Dubois is added to those authorized to gain entrance to the panic room.”

The air was cooler than Chelsea thought normal, but she assumed that was to offset the heat of several bodies fucking in one room might bring. "The living room is our safe room," Marcia said as she gestured to the room. Couples sat on the sofas, laughing and cutting up, drinks and finger foods in hand. They all stopped their conversation long enough to say hello to the Davenports and then continued with whatever they were talking about. "Nothing sexual happens here," Marcia continued, "and we prefer no nudity. Lingerie is fine, but none of the sexy body parts can be out and dangling free. Sometimes, even the horniest of us need a break."