Romance Of The Western Chamber Novels & Stories

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

She gave us a warm smile and left. "You good? I'll give you a tour," Caelum said, standing up and half-running to my side to help me stand. I thank him. We slowly toured the Palazzo, and as expected, it's a grand mansion unlike any I have ever seen. Turns out the the entire west end of the Palazzo that was practically built on the side of the cliff had those glass walls. There were fewer rooms compared to the Mansion and the Palace in Valeria, but they had a seating room, and indoor pool, a theater room, and to my delight, a library filled with actual books…and it's quite massive, too.

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I sat in the chair across from him with the ease of a woman who had nothing to arrange, crossed my ankles, and looked at him with the pleasant mild expression of someone who had enjoyed an afternoon and was mildly tired. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. A microsecond of calibration, invisible, internal. "Very much. There was a seascape in the third room that was extraordinary. Violent subject matter but technically remarkable." Specific detail. Specific detail was the language of innocence, of someone who had been where they said they were doing what they said they were doing. "I stayed with it longer than I intended." Something moved in his expression. Not quite satisfied. Not quite susp

The marriage chamber smelled of roses and fire. Candles burned along the walls, their smoke weaving into the heavy air. The silken bed was dressed in white and silver, the sheets waiting, expectant, suffocating. Raphael stirred, the haze still clinging to his mind. His head throbbed, his body sluggish, as if his veins had been filled with molten lead. He forced his eyes open, blinking against the blur. Luna stood before the mirror, her gown already falling from one shoulder, her lips curved in victory.

"...then none of us have much time left." Lorenzo instinctively moved in front of Lorrie. "You expect us to believe you?" Cassandra ignored him, looking only at Lorrie. Her voice was urgent now. "Listen carefully. Everything you've been told about the Seventh Chamber is wrong. It doesn't contain treasure. It doesn't contain the crown. It contains" Before she could finish **BOOM!** A deafening explosion erupted beneath the monastery. The ground shook violently. Ancient bells began ringing on their own.

"Okay, got it. Could you show me to his room now?" “Of course. Follow me,” Maria says, leading the way up the grand staircase. As we walk, I can’t help but notice the eerie quietness of the house. There are no sounds of laughter or running footsteps that you’d expect in a house with a child. It feels...lonely. Maria finally stops in front of a door. “Here we are. This is Leo’s room,” she says, giving me a brief smile before walking away.

A pair of blood-stained red satin heels called The Missing Shoes. I stared at them, completely confused. "Aren't these all girl stuff? What am I supposed to do with them?" I muttered to myself. Ximena gently tugged on my sleeve. "Hey, it's time to go to our room." She turned and told George to arrange accommodations for the guests, especially the three remaining players. I was escorted by eerie puppets into a brightly decorated wedding chamber. Right in the center of the room stood two pitch-black coffins. Ximena pointed to one of them.