Rina Rooms Novels & Stories

"I have a favor" --- Riley's P.O.V I snorted, wiping the little drool on the side of my mouth, and cringed at the harsh light, pulling the blanket over my head. But then I abruptly sat up feeling weird, I looked around confusedly, I was in my room. What the fuck happened? How did I even get in here? I screamed startled when I turned around and saw Ryder starting at me with wide eyes and then he screamed as well. I heard loud thuds of footsteps before the door slammed open and Nico came into our sight with our floor vase in his hands.

LISA May 9th 2018 I'm sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, 3b. The exact room I invited Rachel to meet me for a quick face grind. I patiently anticipate Rachel's arrival, strumming my excitement with my fingers on the loose thread where the chair is torn. The smell of her still lingers on my skin and it's driving me mental. The rich sweet scent fills my nostrils and it sends a torpedo of lust swirling around my heated body. I feel high on desire and it's making me soak my panties with need.

Ronin shouted from inside, “Don't disturb me at this time, I am busy right now.” Ronin thought that there would be the maid, who came to clean the room. Jenny felt very bad about it but she understood him and said, “I am Jenny ! I came to see you.” As Ronin heard Jenny’s voice, he instantly came to the door and opened it and invited her into his room. Jenny entered Ronin’’s room and saw his room, it was very black in color and was very gorgeous and there was a different fragrance which she smelled that made her intoxicated.

People call me Haze. It's not my real name, but I've never bothered to correct them. This story isn't about me anyway—it's about my annoying roommate. It all started three months ago when I was waiting in the lobby of a five-star hotel for my friend, who takes forever to get ready. The hotel was one of the finest in the city, and my friend, Ren insisted on staying there because they offered a spa room in their presidential suite. As I was waiting, I grabbed one of the newspapers from the counter.

She wasn't sure she would be able to take it, if he was staying in the same house with her. Tobias smiled again, Rina was beginning to hate his smiles. It was funny how once upon a time, she would have given anything to see that smile. "It's okay, I want to stay in the pack house, how else will I be able to get first hand knowledge" he replied. "Okay, it's settled. Riri, please make sure one of the quarters with double rooms are available" Rafaele told Rina. "The only one available is occupied by Damien and Nani. Maybe the royal residence is the best option" Rina replied.

“Confirmed seating. Dorian at the head, of course. You to his right. Ronan and his daughter across from you. Alpha Maren and his mate to your left. Victor and Rylan on the opposite end.” I scanned the list. “That’s everyone?” Lira’s mouth twitched. “No last-minute threats to your title. Not tonight, at least.” Elara leaned in, voice low. “Ronan’s daughter will test you, though. She always does. Pretty little dagger wrapped in silk.” “Then she’ll feel at home,” I murmured. Lira gave a curt nod. “The rooms have been prepared. Fresh linens, wine in every suite, charmed locks on the doors. If any guest so much as breathes out of line, my team will know.”

She didn’t want to see what Clara had hidden. But she needed to. Because Clara hadn’t just leaked a video. She’d crossed a line so sharp it could cut bone. Lola nodded once. Rina turned the handle. The door creaked open. And the moment they stepped into Clara’s room… everyone froze. Clara’s room looked nothing like a typical dorm anymore. The curtains were drawn tight. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something metallic. The lamps were off, leaving the room dim and eerie. But the well

His thumb brushed her lower lip. The door swung inward, and Elena’s breath caught. The room beyond was bathed in deep, warm tones, crimson walls, soft amber lighting, and furniture that was as elegant as it was suggestive. A king-sized bed with satin restraints coiled at the corners like sleeping serpents. Everything looked precise, curated and controlled. Elena’s heart pounded. “Ryan… is this…” “My red room.” Ryan stepped behind her, his breath warm against her ear. She took a hesitant step inside, eyes darting over every detail. It was beautiful, but there was a heat to it, something that made her shiver in anticipation.

Why was her voice filled with venom, and why did her eyes burn with a fire that felt personal? **5:00 PM, The Penthouse** The scent of expensive soap filled the air as Raisa emerged from the bathroom, clad in a pale pastel nightgown. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders. Through the glass, she saw Aaryan on the balcony, his silhouette dark against the setting sun. He was on the phone, his voice a low, rhythmic growl. Raisa stayed back. She knew the rules. When Aaryan spoke in that tone, it was the world of power, blood, and politics—a world she was never allowed to enter.

~~ ARIA ~~ When the maid, Mira, takes me to the room I’ll be staying in, I can’t stop staring. And the moment I step in, I feel like I have walked into a dream. The walls are a soft cream with rose-gold accents. A queen-size bed with satin sheets and fluffy pillows sits in the center. There is a vanity with small trinkets and a sitting area by the window where the sunlight streams in. It is luxurious and very Girly. To the extent, I begin to wonder if Thorne prepared it for me.