Novel & Cerita Thirty Three Room

The woman was embarrassed, "You didn't told me when I was chatting the website!" "Miss, the website already has the informations, I believe you didn't read it." The staff said and again she was embarrassed. Diego went in front as he found it was an opportunity to show off his power in front of Beatrice, that may convince her that he's better than Marcus. "Then how can we upgrade? I don't want us to be separated so what's the room we can all gather together?" He boastingly asked. "Sir, the silver room can cater fifteen and the gold room can cater twenty persons, the last room suits your group as it can cater atleast thirty persons." The staff explained.

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.

The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem. What a tragic, predictable script, I muse. Good thing I don't care. I'm just here to make money. --- Room 306 is spacious. It features a shared living room, a kitchenette, two private bathrooms, and two bedrooms. I open my door. The room is immaculate—creamy white walls, a standard-issue bed with fresh sheets, and a desk. It doesn't need any cleaning. "Well," I say, turning to face Arlo. I clap my hands together. "Our contract is officially concluded. You are safely enrolled."

We stopped at the door with ROOM 333 written on its plaque. "Are you sure?" That's why I asked. "Yes. Look what number is that? Isn't it Room 333?” He answered me teasingly. "I'm sorry, if you had told us the room number earlier, I wouldn't have asked what?" I made a firm promise to Kali. Well, when he got the card for our room, he just told us to follow him and he just said that we would share a room, but he didn't mention which room number.

“Tuesday the steering committee ends at six. They always run over. When the room clears I want you in the executive conference on thirty-two. Bigger table. Thicker door.” “That’s the floor with the cameras in the hall.” “Then we don’t use the hall like lovers. We use it like people who work too late.” He fixed my skirt. “Separate elevators. If anyone asks, we’re reconciling headcount.” I walked out reconciling nothing but the mess between my thighs. Thirty-two had a thicker door and a view that made the city look purchased.

The hallways feel eerily empty, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls in a way that sets my teeth on edge. Room 237 is on the second floor, and as we climb the narrow staircase, I can feel the tension rolling off the three alphas in waves. They're trying to look casual, but I can see the predatory alertness in their movements, the way they scan for threats and position themselves to protect me from any angle of attack.

I skim over the list: Trauma, Research, Prenatal, and the one that stands out the most—Transformation Management. The air is filled with a low hum of activity, punctuated by the soft beeping of medical monitors and the occasional distant howl from deeper within the facility. I’m not going to lie—it’s a bit unnerving. I open my mouth to voice my concerns over the continuous distressing noises but close it again as Mrs. Humphrey peers at us. “She’s the last one in the hallway on the right,” she directs. “Room thirty-three. I need to have a talk with the doctor if you four don’t mind.”

I said. I headed towards the room as I held the key in my hand. I glanced at it once more and the key chain held an embossed room number that said 305. The building was elegant and large. Seemed like a maze. The quarters were on the third floor and up, the rest of the levels were classrooms and training arenas.

Room 304. The hallway leading away from the main hall was quieter, the music fading with every step I took. The carpet muffled my footsteps, and the air felt noticeably cooler. By the time I reached the third floor, the banquet might as well have been a different world. Room 304 was at the far end of the corridor. I stopped in front of the door and took a slow breath before unlocking it. The room was completely dark. I stepped inside cautiously and closed the door behind me. The silence felt heavy, unnatural.

He laughed at my question and I felt stupid, of course not dummy, I scolded myself. “Of course not. There are thirty rooms on each side in total on this floor. Twenty rooms for visitors in which you occupy one already. The beta and his mate alongside the alpha family members who are interested in staying in the pack house. The rest of these rooms are occupied by warriors” “That’s great” Very awkward thing to say, Raina, I scolded myself again. Argh. Lucian doesn't say anything about my weird reply but continues instead. “Do you want me I show you to Henrietta’s room?” He offered.