The Rooms At The Nook Holmfirth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With the attendants behind her, slips in hand, Ashleigh walked into the hostel, ready to make the most of her time. As they exited the elevator on the first floor, Ashleigh made her way down the marble-tiled hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls. The corridor was bathed in a warm glow, accentuating the sleek design of the hostel. Each floor boasted six spacious rooms, with the largest situated at the end of the hall. Ashleigh's room, the second-to-last, was a serene oasis. As she approached, she noticed a group of girls casting curious glances and whispering among themselves, making her feel slightly uneasy.

“Martha’s… complicated. She acts tough, but she’s got a soft heart once you break through the walls. Just give her time, okay?” I wanted to believe him. I really did. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Martha didn’t want me here. Not even a little. “Okay,” I said quietly, nodding. “I trust you.” His eyes softened. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Noah stood and tugged gently on my hand. “Come on. Let me show you where you’ll sleep.” He led me down the short hallway to the last door on the right. The room was tiny—just enough space for a narrow bed, a chest of drawers, and a little window that looked out onto the bakery’s roof.

I’m not a stranger to old things with historical value, given how I’d spent my whole life calling a castle home, but still…the architectural grandeur, the winter ambiance, the incoming dusk; all these factors combined manage to give the feeling as though we’re entering another world. We find accommodation for the next two days as soon as possible. It’s a pretty discreet hotel that is hidden from the main streets, a budget hotel if you may. We have two booked two rooms as per the regulations, but we know that we won’t be using one of them. We book the largest rooms they have that are next to each other and quickly carry our luggage up to them. The witches ward the room with their normal prote

Noah. "We have available places now." He reported. "Alright, I'll be with you in a short while. Send me the address." Soon after, I left the office to where Mr. Noah was for a meeting. Then he had me drive down to Kimberley Royal Palace, one of the most expensive apartment complexes in RiverBrook and the whole of Avalon. He took me on a tour of the apartment and it was spacious enough like I wanted. With three big bedrooms, a big living room, dining room, kitchen and a bar. The apartment complex had a well equipped gym, playground for children, a clinic and pharmacy.

A window that looked out onto the garden and beyond it the quiet street. It was a single room. One bed. She looked at it and something must have shown on her face because Margaret said, without being asked, “There is a guest room at the end of the hall. Any arrangement you prefer, Mrs. Harlow.” And then she excused herself with the tact of someone who understood without needing anything explained. Nora stood in the middle of the room in her sister’s dress and looked at the waiting bed. She heard him in the hallway. A door opened — not this door, a different one. The guest room, she assumed. She listened until she heard it close.

“It’s okay, Chris. Honestly, I was bored at home. You’re doing me a favor.” We pulled up to a neighborhood lined with identical houses, the kind that all smelled faintly of detergent and desperation. “You’ll find plenty of shared rooms here,” Asher said, scanning the street. I slipped inside one of the hostels while he waited outside—it was girls-only. The corridor buzzed with chatter, perfume, and the faint sizzle of a straightener from someone’s room. The first room I checked had three beds. A girl with ink crawling down her arm popped her gum loudly. “Newcomer… wow,” she drawled, sizing me up like I was fresh meat.

We alighted in front of a three-story building that was painted maroon. “Here we are.” She announced. “Where exactly is here?” I asked. “It’s a hostel we built for runaways who wish to remain in our pack. There’s already a room prepared for you, and our roommates already know about you coming.” “So it’s a dorm?” “That’s right, and you have nothing to worry about, everyone here is very welcoming, and your roommates already promised they’d do their absolute best to make sure you feel nothing short of welcome.” If my roommates were teenagers, I doubted they’d be very welcoming.

"We've known each other for over a decade and you never once mentioned you had a fortress in Norway." Noir's expression was unreadable. "Everyone needs somewhere that's just theirs." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning I didn't fully understand. But the vulnerability underneath them made my chest ache. I moved further into the space, taking it all in. The kitchen was open to the main living area, all stainless steel and dark countertops. A hallway led off to what I assumed were bedrooms and bathrooms. Stairs climbed to a second floor loft that overlooked the main room. "How many bedrooms?" Lorenzo asked, already thinking practically.

Cliff added. "Yeah exactly. Also, there are singles, doubles and bunks, and singles and bunks. There are a million different types of rooms, and I'm guessing the whole system shows each one, so that helps to get who and who in the right ones. Plus, this whole place is about wolves. Kids rooms are called wolf dens, there's even a children's play room called Cub Club if I remember, it's like it was made for us." She sighed, looking around with warm eyes. "I have one smart mate." Joel told her and hugged her closer as she giggled helplessly. "He's right, nice job, Bek." Cliff told her and gave her a high-five.

As soon as we were inside, we walked down the hallway and made our way into the private library. "There's a cozy reading nook toward the far right side of this library. We can have our conversation there." She said, her tension palpable. Sensing her unease, I remained silent as we made our way to the reading nook she was talking about. "Woah." I whispered in astonishment as we arrived at the reading nook. The reading nook was nestled in the corner, surrounded by dark wood bookshelves. There was a central table and a plush cushioned couch, adorned with pillows and a blanket.