The Enigma Of Room 622 Novels & Stories

Eva said with an apologetic look. “It’s okay,” Estelle smiled back. As the room’s door gently closed, Eva scrutinized room number 0829 and noticed that the numeral 9 wasn’t aligned with the rest of the digits. It dawned on her that the room directly in front of her was actually Room 0826, not Room 0829. The mishap had occurred due to the numeral 6’s sign being loose and upside-down, leading her to the wrong room. ‘But how did that beautiful lady know Mr. Hans?’ Eva wondered, ‘Well, Mr. Hans has been in the limelight in the past years, so it is not strange that she knows him.’

“Then you make sure nothing goes wrong. Send the footage to the phone later, make sure it's not missing or else, something could really go wrong with you here. Understood?” “Of… Of course.” “I have one more question to ask. The person in Room 619, who is he?” That was the room I had ended up in my past life, and it was in a VIP section. Though I had no idea how the hell I was able to leave the normal room section and end up in the VIP section. “R… Room 619? Ah… The owner of the room never left his name to us, it's only the owner of the club that knows who he is.”

he adds. “That's all the time I need,” I say as he lets us through. The door creaks open to a dimly lit room, the air thick with the smell of liquor and Cuban cigars. A single couch sits at the center, its cushions new and puffed. I place her on it taking out the note. “He's in room 822. He will be alone at twelve ten to twelve twenty.” I look at Maya one more time before leaving her there and locking the room behind me. I take the elevator counting the minutes. I can't leave Maya alone for too long — not in that state.

Seeing Mason coming out of the elevator, he immediately took out the room key, smiling. "Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood, have a pleasant evening." Mason took the key and swiped open the door of room 6202. He closed the door behind them. The suite covered an area of 1600 square meters. All the furniture was luxurious, with world-famous brands everywhere. In addition to the master bedroom and the study living room, it also came with an audio-visual room and a game room. Therefore, the room rate was exorbitant, reaching up to hundreds of thousands per night.

Alex… Elias… hurry… The corridor ahead opened into a massive circular chamber — a metal cavern with reinforced walls ten times thicker than any cell she’d seen. Chamber 12-B. Where experiments didn’t just happen… …they survived. Barely. The guards dragged her inside. Kass typed a code. The doors slammed shut behind them with a deafening metallic THUD. Lena’s blood went cold. This room… it wasn’t meant for containment. It was meant for war. Citadel — Level Six Alexander and Elias burst out of the stairwell onto Level Six —

She was replaced by the one who was here now, on her way up to Room 69, a year later, a willing captive to the most complicated, dangerous man I’d ever met. The elevator stops at the third floor and dings open. The sound is startlingly loud in the silence of my focused concentration. I step out, my spine rigid, and move straight through the hushed, deeply carpeted hallway until I arrive at a door, marked with the number 69 on it, the irony of the number never lost on me. I suck in a breath to steel my mind, the adrenaline now a familiar hum beneath my skin. I press the key card against the sensor. Be Mason's. Be a blank slate. Do the job. The lock clicks, and I push the heavy door inward.

“Please don’t make a scene because of this.” “She threatened her future Luna,” Enzo seethed through his teeth. “I’m not letting her get away with this. Also, what room was that little girl in? I’d like to pay her a visit as well to make sure she’s okay.” “Room 210,” I answered, my tone coming out soft. He nodded and turned away again. He was gone before I could even think to protest. “Lila? Is that you, darling?” I blinked a couple of times and turned to face Diana. I forgot her door was open a crack. She probably heard that entire conversation.

"I bought the asylum, Ignatius. I was right there." "You weren't there. You were a god behind a curtain." He grabbed my throat. Not hard. Just enough to let me feel the heat of his palm. "I want the boy back. The one who hated me. The one who bled for me." "He's gone." I shoved him back. The elevator dinged. Floor six. "The Sovereign doesn't bleed for anyone." He laughed. It was a jagged, ugly sound. The doors opened to a hallway of velvet and gold. We walked in silence to Room 602. He swiped the card. The light on the lock turned green. Click.

The doors closed. The car rose. --- The sixth floor was quiet. Carpeted halls. Soft lighting. The smell of money and silence. Room 612 was at the end of the hall. Lucien knocked. The door opened. Yuri Volkov stood in the doorway. Younger than his father. Thinner. His hair was dark, his eyes were cold, his hands were empty. "Elena Hart. Lucien Black. I've been expecting you." "Where is she?" "Your mother?"

That’s what it was. The elevator dinged. Seventh floor. I stepped out into the hallway, my sneakers sinking into the plush carpet, my pulse beating in my throat as I scanned the room numbers. Room 724 Room 725 Room... 726 My feet slowed. I swallowed, staring at the door. This Was It. The moment I finally meet anonymous69 and see the face behind that beautiful body. Taking a deep breath, I lifted up my fist and knocked. Three sharp raps. Silence.