Novel & Cerita Pintu Kamar Warna Putih

I shrugged and quietly left the room, making a quick stop in the bathroom. It was a neutral palette of white and gray like the bedroom. The only pop of color I found was the trio of toothbrushes on the sink. A bright pink, neon green, and vivid purple stood out of the toothbrush holder. Why does he have three toothbrushes? Deciding to not think about that or why there is a box of unused toothbrushes in the drawer, I finished up my business, using one of the unclaimed toothbrushes before finding my clothes.

This room has been designed to keep someone in. The walls are blue and it has its own bathroom with white tiles all over. The bed is a queen size with complete pillows and comforter. There are five cameras, including the one in the bathroom. I've been talking to the cameras screaming for someone to come in and talk to me. I'm still wearing Mario's t-shirt, the only thing that's helping me hold on to my sanity. I refuse to take a bath when the door in bathroom would slid open indicating for me to come in.

Rj uses his magic for them to enter. The chamber is cozy and vast for a single person. The interior is European style wrapped in the walls is a textured pale pink that gives a noble's lady impression. The room design is modern and accented by silver and gold leaf drawers. The queen size bed is bespoke wrapped in white silk and pink linens paired with two white pillows. The curtains on the window are also colored white and pink, creating a vibrant and dynamic space. Rj goes near the edge of the bed. A servant who was cleaning the room bowed at Rj and hurriedly went to the door to go out.

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed

A couple of cabinets that Katia figured held some utensils. To the right side of the bedroom were some more doors. One opened into a huge bathroom with the biggest shower and tub Katia had ever seen. Another opened a huge walk-in closet that already had clothing and accessories in it for her. The last door led to another huge room that would be a nursery someday, Nathan informed her. Each room had the same coloring except for the bathroom. The bathroom was all white tile with the tub, sink, toilet, and shower the color gray with dark purple streaks running through it.

I scanned the room with my wandering eyes. The white walls look like the ones we saw earlier at the Queen's quarters, like an iceberg. There was a door which I think is a balcony a window near the bed with snow-white sheets and there was another door on the corner of the room, Cool said it was the restroom. I walked near a large closet and opened it. I gasped while staring at the numerous clothes playing with the hue between white and blue hanging inside. I turned my head and gave Cool a questioning look. "Why are there a lot of clothes here?" I can't help but ask.

he gritted before walking to his wardrobe and that's when I had the time to look around his room. The huge wardrobe was hanging on the wall and they gave sparkling lights. The room was separated with two doors, I guess leading to the bathroom. It's painted in white and blue and I figured out, he likes white. I smiled when I sighted something, my painting. It was hanging on the wall in his room. My painting. "Here" he pushed me down and my butt hit the bed. It's his bed. I sucked on my lips as he applied the ointment on my face.

So, I did. Upon entering his room, I can’t believe it was made artistically using only a single color. WHITE. The wallpapers and the floor designs were crafted creatively. I thought he was one of the guys who prefer plain-colored rooms. My full attention went to him after he entered the room and closed the door. Wait. Why is he closing the door? I remained standing while looking at his every move. He gave me a glare that looked like a seducing one before going to his drawers. I don't know if I should think of something else, but that's what's happening to my mind right now. Dirty.

It was monochrome, everything in light grey and white. His bedframe and sheets were a mix of those colors. His wall was painted grey, and his paintings were white. “Typical,” I muttered, raising my brows as I stepped in. The tiles looked very clean, making it feel like my feet were filth, coming to stain them. My eyes scanned the room for his closet, and once I found it, I didn’t hold back. I walked into his closet and found a long rack of shirts. Short sections held the same shirts in different colors. Blue, white, black, wine, grey. His office shirts.

I tried my best to match his pace, but no matter how I tried, he would always walk a bit faster. When we got to the giant door of the house, he unlocked it with a pin. "4406,” he suddenly said. “What?” I asked. “4406, that is the pin to unlock this door,” he said, and I nodded in response. As we entered his house, my mouth opened as wide as I possibly could. It was stunning and still maintained its elegance, although it did not look much like a home. Everywhere was painted and decorated with cool colors; for sure, black was mostly predominant. Most of his furniture and decorations were a mixture of black and white; even every inch of his house, from what I saw, was painted white.