Tiny Room Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

there was a bathtub in the middle of the bathroom and the shower was in another little bathroom covered with glasses, I forget to mention that the bathroom and the whole room is a big as my bathroom and my room. ________ sooooo what do you think of this new chapter?, tell me if you were expecting anything else. well, see you in the next chapter . byeeeeeee see you in the next chapter.

Getting inside he was engulfed in darkness but his eyes glowed in darkness and within seconds he was able to see everything. His eyes landed on the open kitchen first and then on the small lounge. The place seemed so tiny, that he could barely breathe in there. He felt claustrophobic. He walked further towards the door on his left and it led him to a small room. Her scent was all over the place, it was her room. There was a double bed in the middle which looked old, a studying table in the corner, one big window with a sitting place, a cupboard, and another door towards the restroom. And that was the total of her house.

I guess they found the smallest room possible for me if they have to struggle to enter inside . ...................................................................... The alien asshole took one look at me trembling at the corner of the room and smiled at me leeringly, I felt my skin crawl, I want to scratch his eyeballs till he bleed out dry on the floor. Then he hissed, turning his head to the back like he is calling out to someone, immediately, two creatures entered .

** TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of torture. ** Celine arrives first to the space in her mind that the tea had allowed her to create for them. The floor is white marble, so reflective it could have been glass, and it stretches out in every direction. There are no visible walls and the space above the floor is dark, there was some unseen light source creating a large pool of bright light around her. And while the rest of the space was dimly lit, she could still see what was there.

She gasped in surprise; it clearly took her a moment to process the contact before she finally dropped her hands and returned the embrace. "—days," she finished with a watery chuckle. "Now you’re going to make me cry too. I’ll see you around, Sara." That was how my new life in the servants' quarters began. Even though the walls of the Twilight Zone pack house were no longer made of damp stone and cold iron, they felt just as thick. My room was small and drafty, tucked away in the attic wing. I had a window, yes, but the view felt like a cruel mockery—a narrow strip of gray, overcast sky that I was strictly forbidden to walk beneath.

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But the pain of being rejected by my mate doesn't decreases clearly annoying me. I finally look around the room, and when I tell you it's no dream room trust me it isn't. It is the smallest room, I have ever seen. Back at home My room is small too but this is awfully small. The only thing in the room that looks decent is the wall opposite to door, which is not actually a wall but a wall made up of glass fully and partially covered by curtains. In front of door at few steps ahead is a single bed; beside the bed is a coffee table. As you step inside the room there is a couch on the left side of bed and the coffee table in centre. As you move past coffee table and towards the glass window, ther

I gave a small smile. “Follow me.” “What else do you want to do?” my friend asked. “Just for fun.” When we reached the gate, I walked straight in. The front door wasn’t even locked properly. I chuckled. “How stupid.” I pushed the door gently until it opened. The house felt rather eerie and quiet. My friend went in first and looked around. “How could anyone live in this tiny house?” I walked in, taking in the living room. An old sofa. A small wooden table. A bookshelf. It all looked… boring, just like Grover.

Below was an alley full of refuse, leading to a street at either end. “This really is a horrible room,” said Jenny as she took off her clothes. It was just about big enough for the bed, but we didn’t need much more than that. My first place when I moved out was about the same size, plus one small electric hob in the corner, minus one naked girl on the bed. “I like it,” I said. “What do you like about it?” asked Jenny. “It’s got you in it.”

CHAPTER 34: RED ROOM Warning: This chapter contains mature themes. Please steer clear off this chapter if you don't feel comfortable with reading the smut BDSM scene. ZAHRA'S POV I felt Dashiell take my hand by the time we entered his chateau and I kept mute as he led me across the long hallway separate from the one our rooms were situated. Outside, I could hear the rain pouring heavily, coupled with scary rumble of thunderstorms. We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it.