Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

Shirley paused at the sound and turned to face me, “If you really want to save those deals and your precious company, meet me at the Imperial Suites tonight. Room 104.” She hissed at Ana, before finally walking off and soon disappeared by the corner.

"Hostages that we do not know their whereabouts. Have you seen the blueprint of this building?" "No, sir" the leader confessed. "There are three hundred and twenty eight rooms in this hell of a place with each room having uncountable closets, suites, hollow walls any hideous construction you can think of. I don't think that will be a good way to spend our limited time" he stopped right in front of the leader pulling his bullet proof vest intensely.

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“Say hi to Sherrilyn.” Katie leaned her head on my neck. “Hi, Sherrilyn.” “Hi, Katie,” She smiled, but it was only for a while, then looked at everyone immediately. She breathed out. “I didn’t know you’ll be bringing them along. Please, have a seat.” she forced a smile as she glanced at our company. “How many exactly are you so I can ask Millen to prepare the bedrooms.” “Thirty,” I answered briefly. “Sixteen of them are outside.”

Bigger than the first training camp. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tristan said as he used our pass key to open the room door. “Get out of the way,” Kyle said pushing Tristan out of the way so that he could see why Tristan had exclaimed. I followed them inside and I was wowed by the interior of the room. The room was very big. There was a large television set attached to the wall. Three beds separated by just a foot each were arranged side by side. There was a mini refrigerator standing close to the window. The wardrobes were tall, and I could see that they had three doors and there was an air conditioner in the room.

When I reached number 3, I entered the code. “The code to the door is just 3333,” I informed them, and we all entered the bungalow. “Wow, just wow,” Trina said, looking around in awe. “There is a fully stocked fridge. Mostly fruit, snacks, and beverages,” I told them. “Meals are usually in the main building, but if you don’t feel like going to the group, you can order meals in. This unit has three bedrooms, all of which have glass floors.” “No way,” Devo said, running to one of the bedrooms. “Guys, get in here. This is fucking amazing!”

If she decided to jump out of it from this height, her body would surely be broken to smithereens. “Try jumping off the 33rd floor. I’ve planned all of this down to the last detail. Did you actually believe I would let you escape?” The woman chuckled and her voice gave off a hint of perverted pleasure and satisfaction. “Don’t listen to her lies. Do whatever you want as long as you don’t kill her.” Never did the woman expect that at the next moment, Cherry climbed out of the window and jumped. In the adjacent room, Room 3302, Larry had just taken a shower. He heard a noise and headed to the balcony to open the window. A human figure appeared and collided with him.

she said without looking up. "Noah Rowe." She shuffled through a stack of papers. "Transfer?" "Yes." "Abroad?" He hesitated. "Yeah. Boston." She found the file, stamped it once, and handed it to him with all the ceremony of discarding a receipt. "Room 214. Seminar starts today. Don't be late." The hallway outside smelled faintly of mildew and chalk. Noah folded the paper and slipped it into his coat pocket, avoiding the other students whose energy already felt too loud, too confident, too young. He passed a mirror in the stairwell and didn't recognize his posture.

Aaron suggested. “Possibly. Except whenever I stepped onto the third floor, I always got a sudden wave of nausea. Whenever I passed room 333, there would be this horrid smell, like a decaying body. I checked all the rooms multiple times on different occasions, there was nothing in there.” He declared, his tone drifting ominously. “Until my last week of duty.”