Rina Rooms Novels & Stories

The woman then paid the taxi fare and immediately ran inside. "Patient, child," said Ralin to the receptionist. I was so panicked that the question was not complete. "Flowers kindergartner?" Luckily the receptionist understood. "Yes, yes," he said quickly. "Please, Miss, walk straight, then turn left, Apple Room number five." Ralin thanked him and immediately followed the receptionist's instructions; it was easy to find his room. Check "Dear Kenra!" Ralin rushed over to the princess, who was still closed; she ignored Petra and her teacher. He hugged her for a moment and then kissed her cheek.

Luna said, cheeks pink. Sienna giggled. “Luna, it’s okay. We heard.” Nirvana covered her face with both hands. “Oh my God. Kill me. Somebody kill me right now.” Gianni leaned over the table. “You know the windows in his room echo into the garden, right?” RAyNe bit into a croissant. “That’s what happens when you put a banshee in bed.” “RAyNe!” Nirvana shot up from her chair, eyes wide with disbelief and embarrassment. “I hate you. I hate you so much.”

And now they were turning their backs on her, treating her as though she was nothing. But maybe she was nothing. Maybe that was why Ronan didn’t want her anymore. Because she wasn’t good enough for him, and she wasn’t good enough for the pack. By the time dawned rolled around, Raine had managed to drag herself to a motel by the side of the road. Somewhere along the line, she had shucked off the heavy mating robes, and was in her inner wear. There was a bar attached to the motel, and the first thing she did as soon as she booked a room, was drag herself down there and get shit faced drunk.

"Fine! just pick up the spot and send the address to my secretary, we'll make it if we have the chance to do so" Jones flashed a toothy grin, he took one last glance at Olivia before walking away.. *** Rihanna paid deaf ears to the receptionist who was pleading with her not to barge into Damien's room.. "Ma'am..I'll lose my job" The door clicked open after which Rihanna stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.. She placed her trunk next to her feet staring around the spacious room, there was only one bed and no extra rooms or even couches! Presidential suite indeed!

My throat felt like it was closing up. "Maybe you should go to bed, Maya," Lovely said softly. "You are exhausted. You can talk to him tomorrow." "No," I said. "I can't sleep. If I close my eyes I just see Sarah’s face. I have to wait for him." At nearly midnight the headlights of Liam’s truck swept across the living room walls. The engine cut off and the silence that followed was terrifying. Then came the sound of the front door opening. It didn't just open. It hit the wall with a bang.

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

She sighed wearily. The windows were heavily barred with rails. An air conditioning unit hung above and an empty bed, rid of sheets and a simple brown wardrobe furnished the place. Suddenly, another door adjacent from her swung open and a lady walked in, wrapped in a towel. Both ladies hold eye contact. “You must be the new roommate,” she said and extended a hand. “I'm Raven. You?” “I'm Elena…” Raven loosens the towel and allows it to drop to the floor as she moves about the room grabbing her clothes.

I placed my hand on the door knob and a tab installed on the wall lit up. ‘Your name please’ the screen requested. A flash second later, I imputed ‘Mrs Chelsea Ricci’. ‘Try again.’ It refreshed. Damn it. ‘Mrs Chelsea Star Ambers- Rutherford.’ I typed carefully. ‘Come in.’ The door opened and I stepped into the room. My heart got caught in my throat at the scenery. If it’s not matte black, it’s diamond, if it’s not diamond it’s gold, if it’s not gold it’s marble, if it’s not marble it’s fine wood. Ricci’s room is nothing short of luxury and I love it!

Damon cut in smoothly, his voice low and steady as he extended his hand toward Aiden, completely ignoring Anika’s outstretched one. “Anika Andrews,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction as she tilted her head, her perfectly styled curls cascading over her shoulder. She left her hand hanging between them for an awkward moment before letting it drop. Damon didn’t even spare her a glance; his eyes were locked on Aiden, sharp and assessing. “And this,” I jumped in, trying to douse the tension sparking between the two men, “is my roommate—” “Aiden Scott,” Aiden interjected, his voice calm but carrying an edge that sent shivers down my spine.

As far as she was concerned, it wasn't because of the pregnancy, no one knew yet. "Hmph, my son has really tried for you guys you know", she said and looked around again, trying to butress her point, "beautiful apartment". Rina's eyes twitched. What does she mean? "Just take a look at the wonderful interior design in this living room", she said and pointed her staff to the interiors, "the 3D wallpapers on the walls, the television set, the home theaters, take a look at the expensive electronic gadgets here and there", as she mentioned all these, she pointed at each of them with her staff.