Room Novels & Stories

“That’s mine.” “We’re on the same floor?” “Yup, because the first floor was reserved for Luther’s army.” “So we have company here?” “Yes, around six or seven men.” “How about privacy?” “You have your room. You can do whatever you like to do. You have your privacy” “Okay.” They walked into the room. It was decorated with purple and white furniture. It had a king-size bed, television, nightstand on either side, a walking closet, and an attached bathroom. “Amazing! How do you know about my favourite colour?”

I approach the door, which leads me to a small, dimly lit room. Inside, I see Lucien and Adam engaged in a conversation, their voices laced with a sense of urgency and although they were loud, I couldn’t hear a thing they were saying. The room is cozy and intimate, rather than a large conference space. The walls are adorned with elegant tapestries, adding a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere. A small bar occupies one corner of the room, stocked with a modest selection of drinks.

I reply, hoping it works. Caleb stares down at me once more. Slowly, he steps back and waves me inside. “Get the fuck in, songbird.” “My name is Lila, in case you’ve forgotten,” I responded. I walk into the spacious yet empty room. There’s a generic kitchen with four counters, a fridge, and a small bathroom hidden behind a screen. A double bed sits in the middle, with a couch at the end and a big orange rug in front of it. A wardrobe stands nearby, with hooks holding countless weapons.

Siebel casually said while staring at Narrah who slightly nodded. Narrah slowly looked around the enormous room. A huge four-poster bed in the middle with two night tables on both sides, a receiving area with two soft couches which she doubts was ever used to accommodate visitors, a door she assumed was the bathroom, and another door leading to the balcony. A massive display cabinet occupies the whole wall of the receiving area. Hardbound books and several porcelain figures were neatly arranged from the floor up to the ceiling.

’ We enter the code: 11141999 The door unlocks and we walk inside. Whoa! I didn’t know what to expect. But this doesn’t look like a dungeon at all! This place is a clean, climate-controlled, organized area. There are about 5 rooms on each side of the hall. Everything is concrete and silver-coated steel. I turn and look inside one of the ‘cells.’ It looks like a neat dorm room behind prison bars. The comfy twin-size bed has fresh, clean linens on it. There's a desk with a chair and also a small private bath area. Complete with a sink, toilet, and shower. Three dispensers are on the wall labeled body wash, shampoo & conditioner.

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my brother said as he banged on my door. We were escorted to our rooms after the overwhelming welcome we got earlier.... a day ago. And Man! The room was other-worldly. I was already adorned with a plain white robe, with an infinity insignia etched onto its shoulder. My room was single, but multi-purposed. With a single voice command, it could be a bedroom, parlor, bathroom, bar and so on. The possibilities of the room excited me. I got off my bed and walked to the door to meet my brother. "Yo bro!"

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

"So where's the guest room?" "There isn't one." I stared at him. "What do you mean there isn't one? This place is five thousand square feet." "Five thousand two hundred actually." He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "And I converted the guest room into a home gym last year. This is the only bedroom." "Then I'll take the couch." "No." "Dante"