Suicide Room 2 Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you'll be okay? If you're not fine, you can come here too. Okay? She says softly.. I smiled. “Thank you. I'm gonna be good. Goodnight girl.” She speaks in a sly manner. “Have fun. But not too much fun.” I laughed. “Okay.” The door closed behind and Trevor and I grinned excitedly, using the elevator down to the other room. Room 102, he pushed the door open. Just a little difference from ours. I fell on the neatly laid bed and he closed the door behind, then sat at the edge of the bed, there's a tab on his hands. He starts playing on his racing games. I went closer, frowning.

It would have been nice to know about that, just in case anyone else tried to kill me. I’m the queen. People are going to try to kill me. The safe room is located behind the bar in the formal sitting room. A section swings out to reveal a narrow door that can admit only one person at a time. A door as thick as a refrigerator. This thing can probably withstand a direct meteor strike.

Logan must've told him about me, but showing my pictures seemed a little bit overboard. Imagining them rating my looks caused me to scrunch my face in disgust. “How is Susan?” I asked, trying to act calm. “She’s asleep.” He replied. “What ward is she in?” “She's in Room D42 on the top floor.” Smiling. “Thank you.” Then I walked past him. Reaching the room, I pushed the door open and stepped inside to see mom and dad seated on the couch while Susan, who had a drip fixed on her hand, was fast asleep.

I almost get away with it, but when I get caught, I get swatted. We walk the halls in search of our rooms. Sadly they aren't even near each other. Lyra and Eden rave about their poolside suite on the first floor before I take the elevator to the second. Room 243 is a basic room with two queen beds and a window that overlooks the parking lot. Thanks dad. I’m not in my room long before my phone pings with a text. Lyra demands I come to their room and get ready to hang out by the pool. With a quick reply of ‘whatever’ typed back, I take my sweet time abiding to her demand.

They can get more useful information from him later. The two used the stairs and went straight to the second floor, based on the room numbers. The main alley on the second floor was empty. Unlike on the preceding floor where some half-naked women were smoking on the hallways giving them a wink. Seeing that, Damon’s anger escalated. How could Mrs. Keevahbring Harper on such place? This isn’t the right place to bring a pregnant woman into. What was she thinking? Room 21. Room 22. Room 23.

"Come up. It smells like death down there." Noah dragged his suitcase the last flight, his shoulder already sore. The flat had uneven wooden floors and ceiling beams that would decapitate anyone taller than average. It was surprisingly clean. A big window faced the street. His room — the smaller one — was barely wider than the bed, but the radiator worked and the window locked. He dropped his bags, sat on the edge of the mattress, and let the silence stretch. Not real silence, though — never that. Just the soft murmur of wind and footsteps and the echo of everything he hadn't said to anyone in months.

it's called the black house. I reached the last floor and the door opened. So here we have 3 rooms. 1st room is called the white room, I don't usually kill people in there. It's where we get to have conversations and if you comply well and agree to our conditions or confess, we'll let you go. The second room is the red room, things get really bloody in there. I just basically kill you on the spot if I see no usefulness in you. Then the black room, that's the room of severe and intense torture.

I threw on my coat and stormed out, remembering the text that Hermione had sent me earlier—Ziton Hotel, Room 1802. I sped to the hotel, running several red lights, and made my way to Room 1802. I slid a bank card into the doorframe, pushing it hard until the lock clicked open. Room 1802 was a suite. Trembling, I stepped into the living room. From the bedroom, I could hear familiar laughter and heavy breathing. I knew, instinctively, that I would not like what I saw in there. Quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peered through the crack.

"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.