Room.of Requirement Novels & Stories

There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside. Then you have the red room. The red room is my favorite, and that’s where I am taking Grace. The room is open to anyone. Anything can happen, but the couple is in charge. The couple in the center of the room can allow touching, fucking, or just watching by setting the light to blue, green, or red. Blue means just watching, with no contact with the couple. The green one means everything is allowed, and the red is no one to touch or watch.

"Sofia is just my assistant. That's all." "Matthew, it's not about who she is," I replied, keeping my voice even. "It's about boundaries. About trust." I faced him. "Your secret room is our space, just like this home. When you let others in, it's like you're saying I'm not special anymore." Matthew gazed into my eyes, his fingers lightly touching my cheek. "You'll always be special, Elena. I promise, nothing like this will happen again," he said seriously. With that, he kissed my forehead. "That secret room will always be just ours."

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.

Morning reached far slower than I thought it would; then again, tossing and turning only makes one accountable for every ticking second. The open dome-shaped room I am guided to after breakfast is spacious and devoid of excessive furnishings, merely two pillows on opposite sides of the altar at the centre. Light trickles in from the open roof. Typically moonlight pools in from the opening during mating rituals at night, but even light from the sun is enough for rejections.

THALASSA'S POV: My new apartment did not have a spare bedroom. It barely had a regular bedroom. But I did not need a spare bedroom. I needed a secure connection, a reliable power source, and a door that locked. Everything else was just furniture, and furniture I could buy.

his room is decorated in shades of grey and chestnut his bed set on a podium like the other two Mens furniture the only difference is Desmond’s has a mirror on top of his bed on the very ceiling and I ask curious… “Why do you need a mirror on top of you? ..” “So I can watch you while I make love to you” he says, his blue eyes filled with desire... I gulp staring at him for a few minutes until he smirks and says “ I have one more room to show you... Follow me…”he places his hand in the middle of my back and leads me to the madame's bedroom … He pulls out a key from his pocket and opens the door switching on the very dim lights “Welcome to the pleasure room” he says gesturing at the door he ju

When they finally reach the third floor, Joshua looks up at her startled: "Emanuele, you are freezing." The girl can't quite understand what he is saying. All she can do is stare at her sister's thin, defeated silhouette. The room is large and separated by two compartments. The first is small, with a glass window that makes it easy to see the room behind her. Beyond it, a heart monitor is in evidence, still unplugged. There are other things, like television screens, a table with documents on top. All that passes like a blur through Emanuele's blurred vision.

I look down at my door card and see room PH3 written on the paper card holder. Swiping the card the door unlocks and I enter. The room is dimly lit with candles spaced around the room. The carpeted floor leads to a spacious living room with floor to ceiling windows. The city is lit up like a picture of the city skyline. It’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I enter seeing a table with a mask on top. I quickly pick it up and read a note. -Put on the mask, remove your clothing and assume the position. Signed, Master

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!

"Hey, Noru." "…mm, the fuck Toma, it's 3 in the morning." "How are things regarding Xia Ti?" "Uhh, yeah! The plan was successful." "Great we'll talk about your rewards later." "Heh, why not come to my room later? I'd like a taste of you now." Toma had a sudden disgusted expression from what he heard from Noru. "Nevermind, I'll just pay you cash." "Wait, I was kidd-" the call ended. After that, he drives back to the dorm.