Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

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.

"Room 304." My stomach does a weird flip. Julian and I exchange quick glances but say nothing, both grabbing our keys from the front desk. We take the elevator up with a few other teammates, everyone tired and ready to drop their bags. The hallway on the third floor is carpeted and quiet, room numbers climbing as we walk. Room 304 is near the end. Julian unlocks it and pushes the door open. We both stop in the doorway, staring at the interior. One bed. Queen-sized, neatly made with white sheets and too many pillows. One bed instead of the two doubles that every other room apparently has.

I had to take note of the particular one which we had in our room, it's quite important. “This is the eighth floor.” Luca replied. “I know it's long but don't worry, there's steady light here and there's no issue with the elevator.” Hearing this, I grinned. My anxiety died down. The next thing I needed to know was the room number. Alessio walked ahead of us and finally stopped at a door to which I raised my eyes. 33A. I grabbed the number. I don't think it will ever go away from my head. As Alessio opened the door upon tapping into the password keypad, the room came into view. I looked back on the keypad before walking in. This too, I will need to know.

"Why? I know you're getting married to him today! He's your man. Am I not your man, too?" Claire's voice turned cold. "I love him. And what exactly are you? Ryan Mercer, I'm warning you. Don't appear in front of Nathan. Do you understand me?" Several moments passed before the man choked out a quiet response. "Okay." Only then did her tone soften. "Be good. I've already arranged for you to join the project department at Sullivan Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything. If you want children, I can give you that too. But don't cross my bottom line."

Passing through the longest hallway alone was tiring, but the whole place looked rich in king-inspired interiors. “How many rooms are in this house?” “This one alone, sir, has thirty-three.” “Is that his lucky number or something?” The butler smiled. “So when you say alone, just this side?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded. I didn’t know if I should be amused or amazed. We stopped in front of the elevator. “I’d like to walk if you don’t mind.” “Of course, sir.”

With such a fortune spent on him, the right to touch him is reserved to me and me alone. I slip to the back, pressing my body hard against him and my hands over his cock, veiling it from the eyes of the onlookers. We arrive at our room. R33C. From the rows of room by the sides, groans can be heard. Low though. The rooms must have partial soundproof systems to block away sounds. Or maybe because I'm Alpha, I still get to hear. I walk Mr. Stripper in. The waiter takes a bow, stepping back as we step in.

Moving up to the third floor of the dorms, she looked at the key card in her hand, and glanced at the room number- 2301 and pressed her fingerprint into it which had already been registered in the biometrics. When the door opened, she realised that it was a room for 3 people and was glad that it was a mini apartment and had three different rooms, a living area with a small kitchen on the side and two different bathrooms. They were all scattered with stuff and the living area was decorated giving a warm cosy vibe. It went along with her taste, and gave a homely feeling. They had a good sized balcony attached to the living room and it too, was decorated pretty well with chairs and coffee table

“Great for forced proximity storylines.” “Or awkward sleep paralysis demons,” Ten murmured, which earned a laugh from Sam. Finally, they arrived at the Third Room, and it was clear immediately why the host saved the best for last. This was the main room, no doubt about it. Spacious, elegant, and sunlit, it had a massive king-sized bed, a walk-in wardrobe, and—best of all—a luxurious en-suite bathroom complete with a bathtub. The window opened to a stunning view of a handmade lake, glimmering with soft ripples and framed by tall trees.

My heart swells and I can’t help but think how lucky Bean is to have all these people in her life; she is not even here yet and they are already spoiling her. The final room is the master bedroom and as I stand at the entrance, I can’t believe how the architects managed to make the space feel so huge. Not only is there a small en-suite bathroom but they have even managed to fit in a walk-in wardrobe. “I hope you don’t mind, Abs, but I changed a few things in here,” Taylor says softly into my ear.