Novel & Cerita Red Room Books

She hadn’t had an interest in exploring that section of the room before. Now she looked at the polished red bookshelves warily. Every book was handsomely bound, and many of them had gilt lettering. Normally that was a turnoff for her, because she always figured those kind of books were boring old classics. Deprived of her TV, however, she was willing to investigate closer.

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa

CHAPTER 008 WHY DO YOU CARE? GABBIE The Red Room smelt anything but nice. It reeked like money, wine, cold, expensive, and messy. Like something that had been passed from hand to hand too many times and never cleaned. The door shut behind me with a sound that felt final. The hallway was dim, lit by low amber lights glowing behind the red curtains that led to the main room. Every step forward felt deliberate, like the floor itself was daring me to turn back. I didn’t. Turning back required courage I no longer had.

The door creaked open slowly, the sound scraping against the silence like a blade on stone. A faint red light pulsed from within, painting the walls in eerie shadows. The room smelled of old dust, burnt wires, and something else something metallic, sharp, almost like blood. Ethan stepped inside first. His every instinct screamed danger, but curiosity and fury pushed him forward. Caleb followed, flashlight in hand, the narrow beam cutting through the thick gloom. Lola lingered at the doorway, her body trembling as her eyes adjusted to the dim glow.

’’ he asked but I had no idea what he was referring to so I decided to ask him. ‘’how do you mean?’’ I asked him and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked around the room. This wasn't just a dirty house, it was a disaster zone. Dominic glanced around the room, taking in the destruction. "We need to find that red book," he said, his voice tense. "What red book?" I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. There was no way we could find any book in a house that was dirty. It made me want to throw up as I felt nauseous.

I stood, grabbed my phone and walked out of the library, but not without putting the book back onto the shelves, making sure no one knew what I had been reading. Having a weak wolf was worse than being wolfless, it was like a stain on the pure-blooded Lycan descendants, and it would get not only her, but her parents in a worse place. I strolled through the hall, the thick silence broken by the light sound of the thud of my shoes. I took a turn and pushed the large, closed doors open. The dim light in the room came into view; the interior was even as boring as one could imagine, charcoal black and red. The walls were dripped in a red paint, the large king-sized bed that sat in the middle was

“They failed at protecting you. They let you deceive which created an avenue for you to walk into danger. This is what happens when my men disappoint me.” His tone carried no humor, only cold business. Another muffled scream rose up and I shivered harder. Alessandro continued upstairs without another word. He pushed open a familiar heavy door and stepped inside. The Red Room. I recognized it immediately from our two nights of being here. The walls glowed deep crimson under soft lights. Various tools and equipment lined the space, cuffs, paddles, whips, ropes, and things I only ever read about in dark books. My breath caught.

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

A rebellion wrapped in silk and moans and shame. And now? Now she was becoming. Not Lilith. Not Maxim’s experiment. Not Damian’s redemption. Her own f*cking commandment. Her body wasn’t a prison. It wasn’t a puzzle to solve. It wasn’t a relic to worship. It was a temple. And it was time to set it on fire. She returned to the Red Room, struck a match from the wall’s antique holder, and touched it to the edge of the journal’s final page. The flame caught instantly, red licking up the words.

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.