Panic Room Novels & Stories

“Take care of Anne? What for? Is she dead or something?” This was the first time Ava came across the word “dead” at all. She asked in a shaky voice, “Dead… what does that mean?” “It’s when you cannot talk or move, and your body has become stiff! It’s when someone is gone forever and will never come back!” Zelda explained irritably, upset by the disturbance. This was followed by the faint sound of a door opening which prompted her to frantically hang up. Ava sat still like a totem. She stared at my face which had become grotesque and stiff. My skin had lost its original fairness and smoothness. It was now mottled with large, hideous patches of purple and green.

Now, if we get breached, I have a few areas to take everyone to hunker down, so calm down for me, "he rubs her back. "I don't want to go back to him Nick, she keeps rambling, I like the bed. The crate always hurts my back. "I cringe at the sobs, and some of the other warriors growl low as they usher mom and the nannies in. We got a lot of pups in her now. I kiss Angie's head as she rushes to see our boys. Both are sleeping peacefully. "Dad said to remain in here Jordan, mom hugs me. She loads up the fridge, If we get compromised , we have a few panic rooms. "I nod. Angie is walking back just as Elena steps in from the tunnel, looking mad.

The emcee shouts into the microphone and I see some bouncers rushing to the man's side to give him a ticket. My whole body is covered with fright as the emcee faces me. He dips a hand into his pocket and brings out a packet of condoms. “Condom for safe one-nightstand sex, love.” At that. The bouncers come right up and lead me away from the stage. I feel like a cornered kitten as they lead me through a long hallway flanked by doors until we stop in front of a door labeled. “Kinky Room: Safe Sex.” My jaw meets the floor when the bouncers flutter the door open and shoo me inside.

Chapter 6 Alex’s POV “Get in here now,” Damien barked, yanking me through the hidden door in the bedroom wall as the intruder’s footsteps crunched over broken glass behind us. The panic room sealed shut with a heavy mechanical click, cutting off the storm noise to a dull roar. Dim red emergency lights flickered on, showing a small reinforced space with monitors, supplies, and a narrow cot against one wall. My heart hammered from the chase, my body still buzzing from how he’d been buried deep inside me minutes ago, cum and lube still slick between my thighs.

Music echoes faintly below in a low bass. Voices and laughter crackles from inside. Then we reach the lower level. And— Oh. The parking lot is full, not with cars, but actual people. Most of them are men—some dancing, some kissing openly against pillars. Others disappear into dark corners beneath flickering neon lights. The realization hits me all at once. This isn’t an abandoned place. It’s a hidden gay sanctuary. Lucas watches my face carefully. “You okay there, parole boy?” I look around again slowly.

Chapter 3 Luna’s POV “You have no idea,” Ronan said as the heavy door clicked shut behind us, locking us inside the dimly lit panic room. The walls felt close, the air warmer and thicker, every sound muffled except for our breathing. No windows, no way out unless he opened it. I turned to face him, my body still buzzing from the gym session, sweat cooling on my skin under the tight workout clothes. “This is over the top even for you,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. “We had enough space in the gym.

Andrea just went through her phone casually and glanced at him every second. “You are freaking out, Ryan,” Andrea said, rolling her eyes but he ignored her. He whimpered as it looked like the rooms were closing in. He closed his eyes and held his head for a few seconds before running his hands through his hair. He opened his eyes in tears and looked around the room in fear then suddenly paused. “Here we go.” Andrea whispered and paid attention to him.” “It's a panic room, it is not an office, it's a panic room, right?” he asked, standing up and Andrea nodded.