Room の小説・ストーリー

Cynthia “This is the room, where we will stay now,” Aaron said extending his arm toward a giant room. The bed is equally giant and there is a freaking sofa set here with a round glass table in front of it. I could even dare to say that this room could swallow my whole house in it. The whole room is made up of grey, white and black accents. A total bachelor pad.

The man who was begging for mercy, his voice left behind as the door closed behind them. They walked to a room, his cousin opened it and went in, Rohan Randhwa followed him. The room is completely different from the earlier one. It seemed a suite room, there was a king-size bed, a little far away from the bed there was a couch, there was also had a small dining table and a small refrigerator beside it, a large screen LED TV was mounted on the wall of the room and the room also had an attached bathroom.

She was hoping she could speak to Daulat about it but he was resting. “You are thinking a lot” Daulat said making Jerika jump out of her thoughts. “You are not sleeping!” Jerika said in amazement. “Are you?” Daulat said. “I thought you were asleep” Jerika whispered. “Why are you here then?” Daulat said. “You should not sleep here. Go, sleep in the guest room” Jerika said. “Then where will you make Brian sleep?” Daulat asked looking at the roof. “This house has many rooms and I think he already got one to stay” Jerika said rrolling her eyes. She knew where Daulat was going with that statement and she was not very keen to discuss

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

Helpless plunge my being as another series of self-destructive and depressing thoughts ran through my head. To distract me, I peered around the room taking in the interior. The room was generously large with a Royal-size fancy bed pushed against the wall opposite the bedroom door with an ottoman at the edge and with nightstands on either side of it. A 70 inch or maybe bigger Tv was mounted to the left side of the wall where the bedroom door was framed.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

Ian then resurfaced from the kitchen. “Let’s get you settled in.” she said, taking his hand and leading him upstairs. When they got to the bedroom, Kimberly dropped her purse on the nightstand and went over to the glass door to open the curtains. Their bedroom was cream colored with walls made of tiles, the floor was completely covered with a fluffy rug, it has a fireplace directly across the king sized bed with a large bathroom and a walk in closet, there was a semi living area adjacent from the bed. Kimberly was opening the glass door that led to the balcony to let in fresh air when she felt str

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

“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?”