Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

Nana walked majestically as she led them to their room at the far end. Room 375. It read. She swiped the room card over the door and it clicked open automatically. "And we are here. C'mon go in and take a look.", she gestured to the room with a wide smile on her face. Janice gingerly stepped in and was first greeted by the sweet strawberry scent wafting through her nose. The room was spacious with sumptuous beds topped with silky duvets and goose-down pillows and spacious, marble-tiled baths.

"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.

Her deep, coy tone filled with seduction made him lose his stability. That's what he wanted to hear, he was waiting for this moment from the very beginning. Bastien felt extremely lucky. Bastien tucked his hand on her slim waist as he let go of the soft and hard sofa, giving his friends the signal. They started walking towards the stairs that led to the third floor. Since he is an old customer, the 304th room on the 3rd floor was booked for him; he just had to renew the booking every month, and that's it.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

He slid a physical key across the counter, not even a keycard, just an old brass key with a plastic tag that said 3B. Elara took it. “Thank you.” “Yeah. The elevator's broken, by the way.” Of course it was. She climbed three flights of narrow stairs, suitcase bumping against each step, and found herself in a dim hallway that smelled faintly of mildew and someone's leftover Indian food. Room 3B was at the end of the hall. Elara fitted the key into the lock, twisted it, and pushed the door open. The room was small, just four bunk beds crammed together with barely enough space to walk between them. Two of the beds had suitcases on them, their occupants apparently out sightseeing.

“Looks like it lied real hard. Do you have a room here?” She nodded solemnly, as if this was highly classified information. “Room… three-oh-five,” she whispered, holding up three fingers. Or maybe four. She wasn’t sure. “Okay, I’ll take you there, just—” Baron’s sentence was sliced in half by someone shouting his name from across the room. He glanced away, then looked back at her, apologetic. “Give me ten seconds. I’ll just say goodbye to my group. Please—hold the elevator, yeah?”

They stopped right at a room located on the 33rd floor, right in front of a wooden door with a unique carving. Hana looked at the door of the room in front of her with a look of amazement. Unlike yesterday's room door, this room's door is tens of times more luxurious, with a thick old-fashioned feel. At the top, you can see a carving of a lion flanked by two swords. "Come in." Kyllian opened the door in front of them, not even bothering to knock on the door at all.

I took the elevator with Scott and Vigil, three of us enclosed in silence while the rest of the men moved like ghosts, some scaling the stairs, others stationed on the ground floor to block any exits. No noise, no chatter. When the elevator dinged at the third floor, I stepped out first. Room 334 was at the far end of the hall. My boots made no sound on the plush carpet. I felt the tension humming in Scott beside me, but Vigil was a statue, cold, unreadable. I stopped a few feet from the door and spoke loud enough for those inside to hear.