Room Novels & Stories

There were three doors situated at the very end of the hall; I recalled that Lola Aida's room occupied the right side, the bathroom was situated squarely in the middle, which meant the door on the left belonged entirely to Dominic. I stepped inside, my eyes slowly scanning the private space. A large window occupied one side of the room, allowing a refreshing breeze to circulate through the air even without an electric fan running. His bed was pushed neatly against the wall, positioned right next to a wooden study desk piled high with school textbooks and various picture frames. A large wardrobe st

"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"

He said all of it in one breath like he was dying to avoid my eyes. I smacked my lips. “Fine.” I walked to the entrance of the dorm. It was still a dorm but it looked like a hotel room for some prince. There was an entry door, but inside the place had a living room with two chairs, a small round table and behind that a tiny kitchen space with shiny surfaces. Everything was white and black. The sofa was a three seater with a glass center table. His bedroom had a king sized bed in the middle. One corner had a study table and another corner had a full gaming zone.

99 ramen. ​I kicked the door shut and guided Julian to the bed. ​Calling it a "bed" was generous. It was a sagging twin mattress on a rusted metal frame, pushed into the corner of the ten-by-ten room. Julian collapsed onto it, the springs let out a long, agonizing screech that filled the tiny space. He looked around, his eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the peeling floral wallpaper, the single hot plate on a warped wooden desk, and the stack of library books holding up the lopsided wardrobe.

It stood ajar, its hinges rusted and screeching faintly as Takumi pushed it open with deliberate caution. Inside, the scene was both unexpected and distressing. The secret room was far from the claustrophobic, dingy space one might expect of a basement hideaway. It was expansive, larger than the Master’s bedroom upstairs, with shelves of medical supplies lining the walls and a central area designed for movement. Yet, despite its practical design, the air in the room was dense, almost suffocating, as though the very space itself had turned hostile.

Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake." She then closed the bedroom door leaving us all stund. THE END.

Immediatly after the man whom I was guessing was either her body guard, or security, left the living room, the door was closed behind him by my step father. So much for trying to find out what was going on. There was no use standing at the head of the staircase, and trying to listen if I'll hear what they said in the living room; it was soundproof. This meant that whatever they were talking about, would only remain between the both of them, and the four walls that made up the living room.

She announced and I looked around. The room was beautiful with two twin beds on either wall and a door to the bathroom between them along with a ladder up to a loft space. There was a large window on one wall and the other wall contained two doors that I guessed went to walk in closets. The room contained two desks and two vanities as well. It was done in pale rose, lavender and white but had accents of grey that kept it from being too bright. "This is wonderful" I exclaimed and Jas grinned. "We can use the loft for our alter and spell casting" she explained and I nodded.