Red Room Books Novels & Stories

It was Jan's library. Moving close to a shelf, Jan pressed a book inward and the shelf started moving backward, revealing a hidden room with a staircase that went downward. They followed the stairs and the bookshelf closed behind them. The stairs directly led to a bdsm red room with lots of toys and mirrors. But unlike Rolph's red rooms, all the items in this room were hung In show glasses like at a museum and the huge bed was right in the center of the room. This room was part of the ground floor but can only be accessed through the garage door and Jan's library.

Jenny turned back while stepping out. A devilish smile appeared in Austin's eyes while watching her make her way towards the bedroom. • • • Jenny opened the door when her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. The bedroom is complete in red, damn. The room is decorated in red with some BDSM equipment. She looked around the room—it was completely red and horror-style. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and for a second she thought—she had come to some pub. There are red chairs and a huge bed in the color red.

Well, the title alone already made people goosebumps. For example, 'The Hammer and Sickle in the Sugarcane Field'. Then 'The People at the Left Intersection of the Road'. Also 'The Resistance of the Peasants', 'Under the Red Lantern', and others like that. Uniquely, the books were predominantly red in color. I knew all those books but never read them until finished. Of course, the books did not belong to Julia. Maybe it belonged to Sam or Paul.

"Come with me." He didn't wait. He turned and walked toward the hallway that led to his private room…… the part of the mansion that I never knew existed. I followed him, my legs feeling like jelly. Every step felt like a march toward a beautiful, terrifying execution. I wanted this. I wanted him to erase Darren. I wanted him to burn away every single trace of anyone else with his own fire. He pushed open the double iron door to the bedroom. A Red Room!!! The air inside was different, cooler, smelling of expensive cedar and sin. There were all kinds of sex toys and BDSM equipment.

Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

I'd hate for the man to find me walking around naked. walking into the Red Room, which wasn't Red. They just called it the Red Room because - well, I don't need to explain that. If anything, it had this nice dark woody interior. The shelves and the rails each holding a different equipment and toys for us to explore. The four poster vast bed on the other end of the room.

The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized. The red room! That was where the real freaks let loose. I went in without much hesitation. Inside was gloomy with the lights low to a bare minimum. I couldn’t see a fucking thing but I could hear everything. I waited for a minute at the corner for my eyes to get accustomed to the murky atmosphere. It didn’t take long. Some rooms looked like cubicles boxed off with curtains. Moving along the hall, I caught glimpses of bodies moving in the rooms within. This place was a horny teen’s paradise. I kept on till I got to the last room and walked in. It was empty so I settled down.

And just like that, his hand was on my neck again, harsher this time, dragging me deeper into the room. The Red Room was nothing like I expected. For one, it wasn’t even red. The entire theme screamed luxury in shades of deep, royal purple. The bed in the center was massive and circular, larger than the oversized king in his bedroom, covered in silk sheets that gleamed under low lighting. Above it, the ceiling carried a perfect mirror of equal size. A stage and its audience all in one.

It meant that she downed the liquid. "So what do you think?" She laughed, pushing the glass on the table, "I feel like doing one more" "That's my girl!" I yelled while asking for another round to the bartender. "My King?" A voice pulled me out of the thoughts and I jolted, staring at the person on the door. Blinking my eyes I realised that I was in the red room. The books were strewn on the table in front of me. I must have fallen asleep while reading them. Most of them were in Hebrew so that should explain it.

, he declared while closing the access behind him. They found themselves in a room with thick stone walls. There was no window, and only the artificial light of a neon tube illuminated the place. The place might have seemed cold at first, but a thick carpet had been laid on a French floor. A table for eight people was in the middle of the room, and on the side stood a drink cart with two bottles of water on it. Emmanuelle suddenly stiffened before shooting a panicked look at Harry. "What is it, Mate?" the redhead immediately asked.