Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

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.

From the way his brow creases in question as he waits for my response, I'd say Lukis is in his thirties. "Thirty-one," he responds, closing the room door even though I'm positive I didn't question him out loud. "The bed will have to be shared. The floor is disgusting and neither of us can sleep on it. Just stay on your side and keep out of my way, and we'll be fine for as long as you need a room." I toss my backpack down on one of the ugly orange and brown chairs placed in front of the window. "Fine." The whole décor of the room fell straight here from the seventies. An old boss at the hotel back home would have a freaking panic attack if she saw.

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.

I didn't know Rex had booked this for us as well. He gently guides me to the second and then the third floor to room three hundred and thirty five. It's such a large lobby, very wide and spacious that each floor contains a one hundred and something room. One of the widest lobby in history, I wonder where the architecture was taken from. "Come right in with me, it's time for pleasure." He drags me in me causing a sharp prick of lustful sensation and giggling from me. We enter without even locking the door but I know no one would bounce it without knocking, no stranger does that, no one would even come looking for us.

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.

"Let me go first, just in case." He crept inside, Delaney right after him, she shut and locked the door behind her, just in case. The lights were off, so Patch felt along the wall for the switch. When the lights brightened the room, Delaney was a bit shocked. There was hardly anything in there. A small futon for a couch, a flat screen TV on the wall, and a picture frame with his diploma in it. Patch looked back at Delaney. "Not the decorator, is he?"

I was given a keycard and directed to the thirty second floor. Thirty second. I had never even been in a building with thirty two floors. The elevator ride was silent except for soft instrumental music. My reflection in the mirrored walls looked different. Not smaller. Just uncertain. When the doors opened, I stepped into a hallway lined with soft lighting and thick carpet that swallowed the sound of my steps. Room 3208. My hands trembled slightly as I inserted the keycard. The door opened to a space larger than my entire living room back home. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city. The bed was wide and covered in crisp white sheets. There was a sitting area with a velvet couch. A sma

Tamara Room 314. The numbers are burned into my brain by the time I reach the third floor. The hallway stretches ahead of me, lined with identical doors that hide private tragedies and small miracles in equal measure. Nurses move efficiently between rooms, their soft-soled shoes making no sound on the polished linoleum. Somewhere, a machine beeps steadily— the sound of life being measured and monitored, reduced to electronic signals and digital readouts.