Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

“This isn't the floor my mother was staying on.” The nurse smiled again. “No, Miss Oxford.” Something about that smile made Marilyn suspicious. “Your mother's room has been upgraded.” “Upgraded?” “Yes.” The nurse pressed another button. “To one of our VIP recovery suites.” Marilyn stared. “What?” “I assumed you already knew.” Marilyn didn't answer. Because she didn't. The elevator doors opened. The floor they stepped onto looked nothing like the rest of the hospital. Everything was different here. More luxurious. More exclusive.

A creepy, almost excited smile played on his lips. “I’ve got something for you,” he said, his voice low. He shoved the door open. “Welcome to the Truth Room. You’re gonna love it.” Julian’s blood ran cold. The room was a nightmare. The walls were stained with dark, old blood. You could just feel that terrible things had happened here. His eyes darted around, taking in a wall of surveillance screens…showing every room in the penthouse, including his own…and a huge one-way mirror.

She ran down the hall and took the cellar stairs three at a time, Brian at her shoulder. The lack of noise was not reassuring, Usually the only way to tell the safe room from the basement guest rooms was the steel door and frame. But great plaster chunks had been torn off the wall on either side, revealing the silver-and-steel bars that had been embedded in the wall. The wall paper from inside the room hung down in strips like a curtain, keeping Lauren from seeing inside. There were three of the pack in human form standing in front of the door, and she could feel their fear. They knew what they had in that room at least one of them had watched as he killed Leo, even though Toby had been shot

The world could split open, and stone still had the nerve to stand there looking historic. The front door remained open. Violet stepped out before Theodore could come around. He looked displeased. He did not comment. Excellent. They entered the receiving room in silence. The blank ledger sat on the desk. The numbered hooks watched from the wall. The air smelled colder than before. Or maybe Violet knew more now. That always made rooms colder. Theodore moved toward the stairs. Violet stopped at the intake desk. “What?” he asked. “Room 221.” “Yes.” “Room 219 had my mother. Room 220 had Jonah’s name. Room 221 might be bait.”

When they discovered it was because of Sia, her rotten reputation sank even further. Somehow, a rumor spread that Sia liked eating dead rats. It sparked ridicule and disgust wherever she went. However, the smell was almost gone. I knew that it was because I had not fallen into her trap. The misfortune she had prepared for me had not stuck. Her scheme was on the verge of failing. I assumed that she would not be able to hold back much longer. Surely enough, two days later, she somehow convinced my other roommate to switch rooms with her temporarily.

Fewer guards. A metal door appeared at the end. He pushed it open. “Inside.” I stepped in cautiously. The room was small. Concrete walls. A single overhead light. No windows. Weapons lockers lined one wall. Surveillance screens glowed faintly on the other. A safe room. The moment I stepped fully inside, Alessio shut the door behind us. The heavy lock slid into place with a loud metallic click. My eyebrows lifted. “You locked it.” “Yes.” I looked around the room again.

"Which room?" He looked at me steadily. "Room fourteen." The air in the room changed immediately. Room fourteen had been my mother's room. Sarah had left weeks ago. She was safely in Connecticut now, far away from all of this. She was nowhere near Albany. Which meant someone had walked into that facility, gone directly to that particular room, and pressed the emergency button on purpose. They hadn't picked room fourteen by accident. They had picked it because they knew what it meant to me. "Pull the footage," I said.

he stated looking over at the nearest nude dancer. “A girl?” the bartender asked. “You know, to fuck, not that dog.” “Oh, those girls are strictly for dancing, they aren’t working girls, those girls are upstairs,” the bartender replied pointing to the rooms that lined the upper floor of the building. “You can get there from the stairs over there,” he added pointing towards the entrance door to the saloon. “Do I pay you?” the Bohdan asked. “No, stop at room number three, knock and talk to the madam that lives there, she’ll hook you up.”

he says and they both try to walk out of the room shoving each other. They walk down the same hallway Ri lead me down and go up another flight of stairs. "Like seriously someone tell the old man to put an elevator in this place," Luke says. "He is barely home for anyone to tell him anything," Ri says through gritted teeth. Luke opens a door to another room and both boys enter first. He goes to a suitcase in the corner of the bedroom and begins rummaging through it. The room is painted blue and has a king-sized bed in the center of it. On the walls are posters of Linkin Park, AC/DC, and Imagine dragons.

In a hurry, Aura returned to her own room, her mind still working hard. Room keys 2522 and 1828. Room 2522 was the man's room, but how could his room key end up in Aura's jacket pocket? Who put it there? When? And what did it mean? Was someone deliberately trying to trap Aura? And the audacious trap worked! Aura realized she had lost her virginity.