Pintu Kamar Warna Putih Novels & Stories

We hugged each other and I kiss his head while he kiss my cheeks. "How's your duty?" I ask while I enter his white themed room. Literally everything is in white but when you entered his walk in closet all his clothes are colorful in contrast with his white room. Of all our rooms Parker's room was the one who is routinely painted by new coat of white paint every 4 to 6 months. Daddy hates it if he see some yellowish patches on Parker's room. I sat down on his white couch while he sat on his white Lazy boy.

Opening the room called mine, I couldn't contain the confused look on my face. “It's perfect”. The room was in the color white and gray. Which were my favorite colors. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a door to the left and another to the right. I guessed the door to the left was a bathroom so I was curious as to what was behind the door to the right. Opening the door, my jaw dropped. 'This can't be my room'.

He was pretty sure magic was holding it up, it looked immensely heavy and hung almost right down into the square space left by the landing. Damon smiled at the awestruck looks on their faces with each bedroom he and his mate showed them, all of them decorated in blues, greens, golds and purples. Four of the rooms had king-size beds with matching armoires and nightstands made of cherry, oak and pine. Each room had a fireplace, walk-in closet and a bathroom complete with shower, tub, twin sinks and decorated with floor to ceiling subway tiles in colors that matched each room. He particularly liked the wooden shutters on the outside of the sash windows.

bulong ko sa sarili ko noong nakita ko ang kabuuan ng kuwarto. If my room is like a room of a princess, then this room looks like a room of a king! Gold and silver colors were scattered everywhere. Mukhang mamahalin ang mga gamit sa loob. The room also smell so manly. I think, this is Fauve's room. But why am I here? The sheets were grey and black. There's a small side table with a lamp. May nga gamit din dun like pens and some things that Fauve use.

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.

I mention as I walk towards one of the hardwood doors in the room since Brian and my argument didn’t allow us to finish our conversation. “ the ash door opens into small room with wall-mounted cabinet, shelf and drawers that had transparent glass doors that gives a better overview of the clothes” the wardrobe is equipped with different sizes of mirrors, and The room has a good lighting that complements the dainty white color of the room adding a spice of luxury to the beautiful white closet.