Room With A View Novel Novels & Stories

he said. “I don’t know yet.” She picked up her fork again. “I keep putting it down.” He didn’t push and just continued eating. Later she stood at the window of her room. The courtyard below was quiet, the tree moved slightly and inside the room the sheets were the quality she had noticed when she arrived and the silence was still doing its thing despite the city existing just beyond the wall. She thought about the woman in the novel. The one who kept almost doing the brave thing.

I give Annie a grateful smile and take the second bag into my room. I dump the bag next to the wardrobe and stop to look out of my bedroom window. The view is beautiful. There’s a small garden and then trees for as far as the eye can see. I chose this room because I love the view and the window seat. It will be perfect for reading. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” Poppy says, coming to sit beside me on the window seat. “I love it. Thanks for this. I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had,” I say, nudging my shoulder against hers playfully.

“You disappeared and never showed up here again. I even thought London had already stolen you from us.” She laughed at my words, shaking her head. “Nothing and no one will make me forget New York,” she said. “Well, that is something comfortable to know, I confess,” I smiled and then pointed to the sofa next to the office room window, which was completely glazed from floor to ceiling with the curtains that were pulled to the sides, thus letting the daylight and natural air enter the environment, allowing me to see the beautiful view of the city stretching as far as the eye can see. “Please sit down, I bet you have interesting things to tell me.”

"This is it. Our room." Fiona nodded, trying to smile in return. Her heart seemed to be going to pound its way right out of her chest. He unlocked the door and they entered. The room was stunning.elegant in its simplicity. Gentle, warm lighting, a humongous bed shrouded in white linens, and an expansive window that framed an incredible view of Paris. The Eiffel Tower shone softly in the distance. It was unreal.

I might have been able to reject him before, not after he whispered Vee into my ear. /He will call you Vee again, I know it/ “Stop it! Just stop it now!” I snapped, throwing the bag across my bedroom. Not as extravagant as my castle-top suite at White Forest but still a large double bed, bathroom, and balcony. Wood panelled, the room was warm and cosy with a colourful peacock coloured blanket and rug. Looking out of the balcony I took in the view that once bored me. A large, cobbled square, surrounded by businesses, covered market stalls and bustling life.

The roofs and the windows of rooms were made up of thick glass which gives a beautiful view of the river. "Let's enjoy this Heaven from our room". he said while offering her hand. She was stun at the beautiful view and silently follow Colt towards their room. They reached their room and Aly feel lost in the scene from their room. "This is so beautiful and refreshing". She said while looking out through the glass window. Colt came behind and hugged her. He put his chin on her shoulder and smile. "Do you love it? He asked while nuzzling on her nap. Alina nodded her head in excitement. She released herself from his hold and looked into his eyes.

It had been a hot minute since she had seen that childlike look in his eye. He walked her down the hall past the kitchen to a room with glass panel double doors. “Close your eyes Kat no peeking.” She squeezed them closed tight. He guided her forward and stood her in the middle of the room it seemed like. The warmth from the light turning on was visible through her eye lids. “Ok. OPEN.” She opened her eyes to the most magnificent parlor room she had ever seen. It had bay windows and build in bookshelves. “Robert! This will be the most magnificent office space! I cannot wait to see the view from these windows in the morning.” Tears of joy started to well in her eyes again.

At her left side there was a big glass wall giving the whole view of the bustling city outside and on her right side there was a big bookshelf containing some business books and files of his. Beside the bookshelf there was a door too which led to a room in which no one was allowed to go not even a single fly except him but she knew that room has a small balcony too comfortable for at least three to four people. On her left side there was a big comfortable L shaped couch too against the glass wall with a coffee table and a beautiful vase which she bought from Saudi Arabia at the start of this year.

~ Vivienne's POV The room felt like it was breathing. That was the only way Vivienne could describe it — the walls of her hotel suite pressing inward, then releasing, then pressing inward again. She stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in her robe, a glass of water she hadn't touched sitting on the nightstand behind her, and watched the city below move through its ordinary Friday afternoon without a care in the world. Cars switched lanes. A couple laughed on the sidewalk. A food vendor leaned against his cart, arms folded, watching nothing in particular.

Still, no response. Taking a shaky breath, I grasped the handle and cautiously pushed the door open. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The room was opulent, a masterpiece of luxury and grandeur. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, gilded furniture shimmered in the soft glow of candlelight, and the polished marble floor reflected the splendor of the space. "Wow," I whispered, stepping inside. "Alpha Ralph must have spent a fortune decorating this place." Carefully setting the tray of food on the table, my gaze wandered across the room. A particular item caught my eye—a book resting on the edge of a grand desk. Its cover featured an elegant painting of a dashing man and a beautiful woman