Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

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.

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.

sound. He pushed open the door to a room on the third floor. The room was small, with a double bed taking up most of the space. On the nightstand stood an old-fashioned radio, whose antenna was crooked. The curtains were dark brown, and when pulled shut, they blocked out most of the neon lights outside, leaving only a thin pink slit.

She paused, turning to look at me, her green eyes void of the fear I could smell on her skin. "Yes," she asked, arching her brow. She was good at masking her emotions; I would give her that much. "My brothers and I opened up a business just on the outskirts of town a few months back. It's called Panic room. You should stop by." I pulled out our card, handing it to her. She grabbed it, our fingers lightly brushing before quickly pulling her hand away again, stuffing the card in her jacket pocket, not even glancing at it. "I'm only here for a couple of days; if I get a chance, I will. Again, it was nice meeting you." Lilith said, forcing a smile before turning and walking further into town.

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.

He asks raging like a pot of boiling water. “Third floor, room 308 or 309 I can’t remember which,” I say attempting to remain calm. X books it out the door practically jumping down the flight of stairs in swift movements as Julian and I run behind him.

"Um, I guess how many separate rooms are we going to need? I know there are 27 of you, I'm going to need everyone's information and who is going to be sharing a room. "Oh, let's see, River doesn't need his own room, he'll take turns sleeping with me and Tristan." "Tristan?" "Tristan is my beta." "Ah, so that's his name," Harris said as he began typing the name into his laptop. "So a room with a spear bed for you, and the same for Tristan?" "No, River sleeps in the same bed with us," Atticus said and Harris's eyes snapped to Atticus. "What?"