Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

Everything he said had been meant for my ears. I let out a long breath, then pushed my wheelchair into the apartment. Wilson immediately stood up and hurried over. "Liam, let me help you.” His movements were careful and attentive. Ruby hated seeing it. She glared at me with undisguised resentment. "We don’t have servants anymore in this modern era! You have perfectly good arms. Can't you push your own wheelchair?" She crossed her arms and sneered. "Honestly, I should've run over your hands too. Then you wouldn't be sitting here, pretending, just to make Wilson feel bad."

Me: How many are there? Tom: Thirty-two. My stomach dropped. Thirty-two. That was more than we could possibly fit at the Haven, with our current caseload, even if Lauren hired more staff. We’d need to remodel some of the spaces to make them into working bedrooms, as well as add more bathrooms, and there’d be zoning permits for that, and I’d need to find some kind of all-female construction company—

(Keep everyone in the stairwell until we say it’s all clear, or the reporters might get more on record than you want shown, eh? (What are you…) (Just do what I say) “Fuck he’s more argumentative than Rhett is,” she added to Cameron as she turned back. “Let’s go.” He held the door a little wider so that she could slip under his arm, and followed, letting it close behind them. Heath joined them. “Three rooms occupied on this level. First room, lots of beeping, and heavy breathing. Smells of sickness. Second room, someone crying. Third room several people, talking quietly.”

I explained indifferently. “But why, you?” Dave asked and then went quiet, so unusual. “So, anything about the shadow?” I cut through the silence. “No, the Manager there seemed to be awful, We can’t get past him, but at least we know which room number she went to all the time,” Dave spoke victoriously. “Which one?” I inquired. “333,” Dave replied. “Odd,” The first thought crossed my mind. “Yeah…” “Leave this to me, I’ll handle that Manager, okay?” I assured Dave.

‘Teddy Street, tallest building, room thirty-seven,’ Belle began to memorize after quickly having a change of mind. Belle found the building, and it was surprisingly easy to find like the girl said it would be. While she walked up the stairs, she checked the numbers on the doors, looking for room thirty-seven. After finding it was on the top floor, she slid the key into the keyhole, and with two turns it opened.

He had already taken a detour just to interrogate me, and now we were finally heading to Lucian’s room. At least, I hoped so. I glanced around, trying to distract myself. Damn, this place was massive. “How many rooms are in this house?” I asked, hoping to ease some of the tension. “Thirty-three.” I blinked. “That’s insane. Does everyone get to live here?” Tobias stopped and turned to glare at me over his shoulder. “Yes and no… uh… the pack house is divided into three wings: east, west, and north… You know what? Someone else will give you a tour later. I’m not in the mood for talking.”

Because I couldn’t see clearly, I couldn’t outrun anyone, so I had to wait until everyone else picked their rooms. In the end, only the thirtieth floor was left for me. Since I was practically blind, the live chat went off again: 【She’s so dead. Everyone knows the higher the floor, the stronger the boss.】 【Especially the thirtieth floor—it’s all top-level bosses. They call it the House of Death.】 When I reached the thirtieth floor, I looked around. Honestly, it didn’t seem that different from a normal apartment. The only differences were the stronger smell of blood, the red walls, the cold air, and the dim lights.

“Find out for yourself. There’s a secret meeting in one of the exclusive hotel rooms. Room 312. In thirty minutes. The passcode is 0427.” I stared at him, heart racing. Room 312. Thirty minutes. The detail was too simple, enough to feel dangerous. “What’s in it for you?” I pressed. His smile sharpened, a glint in his eye that made me shiver. “Let’s just say I’m bored. And I want to see some action. Besides, I have a score to settle with that old coot, and you’re my best option.” He pushed away from the wall, the tails of his suit jacket falling into place like water. “I must be going now. Good luck.”

The familiar smell of wood fire hits my nostrils, and I feel dizzy. “You girl, come with me!” Well, at least he remembers what I look like. I follow him into the elevator to the 33 floor. Then to room 303. Thanatos kicks open the door. Then yells, “Get the fuck out of my room.” A young couple, half-naked, grab their things and run out. The staff member yells, “I will give you another complimentary room. I apologize for the inconvenience.” “You? What is your name?” “Jake.”

I state slightly for a while until I can no longer withstand Darius gloating gaze and decide to go back in. On my way back to my room, I run into someone I have been trying to avoid for some time now. "We need to talk." "Okay." It's not like I can avoid her forever, can I? Still, I would rather not have this conversation. We walk to the safest place we can find. Where no one can 'mistakenly' hear our conversation. The library. "How long as it been?" She asks straight in. "Almost thirty days." I reply honestly and a crease forms on her forehead.