Spider-man Room Novels & Stories

He yanked open the hidden panel, revealing the steel door. “Get in,” he said, pushing me inside. “Lock it. Don’t open it for anyone but Adam or Raphael.” “What’s happening?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Where’s Adam?” “He’s out there,” Marco said, his eyes darting to the door. “We’ll hold them off. Stay here.” He slammed the door shut, and I locked it, the bolts heavy and final. The panic room was small, just a cot, a shelf with supplies, and a monitor showing the villa’s cameras.

Jordan~ The studio is unlocked when I get there, which already puts me in a bad mood. It shouldn’t matter. If anything, it’s convenient. But unlocked means someone else beat me here, means the day started without my permission, means I’m late even when I’m not. I flick the lights on anyway. The room wakes up in sections. Fluorescent strips hum overhead. Dust lifts and settles. There’s this smell of paint and warm plastic plus a faint metallic tang that never fully leaves no matter how often the windows get opened.

“That'll be tomorrow's business. Get out of my room. We'll talk later, if you want.” “Does it look like I want to talk to you?” he asked. “I want to take you to bed.” Disgusting. “Do I look like a hoe to you? I don't sleep with strangers.” “I'm your roommate not a stranger,” He smirked and took a step forward. I was really going to kill him but luckily for him, the girl called him from the living room. “Done with my shower,” I heard her say. “Will be back,” Alec breathed into my ear and headed to the door.

With a loud bang, my thoughts snapped back to the present. I looked around. This was the dorm room from my very first day of university. The source of the noise was the bed beside mine—Lucy Windham. She had flung her pillow straight down. It smashed into my thermos. There was water inside; the inner liner shattered on impact. Hot water spilled across the floor, and steam curled upward.

one of them hisses, the excitement in his voice cutting through the silence. I remain silent, my mind working tirelessly on what will happen next. Sable, who doesn’t stop growling at me, is amplifying the work my mind has to accomplish. As we venture deeper into the underground, the atmosphere grows increasingly oppressive. Cobwebs cling to the stone walls, and the faint drip of water echoes in the distance. The four men and a woman, their grip unrelenting, show no sign of faltering. With a few more steps, we finally arrive at a windowless room. The room is a chamber of cold stone, stinky air and harsh shadows, devoid of any hint of luxury or comfort. Its only occupants are scampering rats o

I try to focus on what Bronx is telling me, but the faceless man is standing there watching us. “Peter, let’s go to the back room so you can take off the disguise.” Bronx looks at the man. “Of course, follow me.” Bronx stands up, takes my hand and places the other hand on the small of my back to press me forward. As we follow the man, I notice while his suit looks expensive, his pants fit awkwardly. I squeeze Bronx’s hand and watch the man’s uneven gait until he reaches a skinny door between bookshelves. He opens the door, allowing Bronx and me to step in first. Inside is a large, modern conference room, except it’s perfectly round, which makes little sense because based on the size of the s

Xander stopped at the second door. “This is yours room, mine is that one!” Xander pointed at the third door and left. I opened the door and entered the room. My curious eyes wandered all over the whole room. The whole place just like the down floor screams “Xander”. The room is entirely made of gold and black. It has a king size bed in the middle, a vanity table and a black sofa. Simple and dark! Definitely a mafia room. I went into the en-suite to have a shower. After I had my shower, I wrapped myself in the bathroom. When I went back into the bedroom I remembered that my luggage wasn't here!

While this was going on, Nathan had already entered his room, jumping up in excitement while he looked around. This was his dream room. The statue of Spider-Man in his room had won his heart even before he looked around fully! “Daddy!” He shirked, rushed out, and then entered the man’s embrace after Natalie had hurried to her room. “Do you like it?” Elena asked her daughter who wouldn’t stop crying as they both scrutinized the room. “Mummy, I love it too much,” she exhaled. She got on her bed, lifted the little human-sized teddy bear on her bed, and hugged it gently.

The slip sent me tumbling down, crashing on a bunch of wood. “At least it’s cold.” Spider laughed at me as he came down after me. Unlike him, I was covered in ash and smoke and no matter who I told, they would never believe it if I told them I hadn’t taken a dive into a dirty furnace. I led Spider to the wall I had realized was movable and as expected, it was password protected. That wasn’t a big deal for Spider. He cracked it within a minute and got us in. Luckily, the room was not booby trapped. Which didn’t make much sense. Weren’t the Arcieros supposed to be overly cautious?

This time it was Julia who spoke, I could see her standing at the corner of this room, casually drinking water from a bottle, "You will not be able to get anything so save that little bit of energy you have got left, you'd be needing that very soon." The room was nearly empty with broken pieces of old furniture and chairs laying all around; Spider Nets had taken their spots at the corner of the rooms and desks. Judging by the view outside I could see through the glass curtain walls that were all around the room, it was easy to distinguish that we were standing on the floor that was over 600 ft above the ground level. This place seemed old, almost as if it had been abandoned for years. The on