Tulisan Keren Di Pintu Kamar Novels & Stories

SAME EVENING Aiden's focus shifted from the chessboard as the doorbell chimed persistently through the spacious apartment, its echoes bouncing off the walls adorned with framed memories and quirky posters. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly rose from his seat amidst the hushed murmurs of his roommates engaged in their own activities scattered around the room. His footsteps echoed softly on the polished hardwood floor as he made his way to the door, the anticipation of interruption evident in the furrow of his brow.

"Whatever. Enjoy your bed and your stupid room.! With exaggerated stomps, I marched toward the door like a toddler denied candy. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF MY WRITING?

Except you move nearer and go around it. Wonderful! We walk out into an anteroom. It's semi-dark here, so I cling to Petal. He moves to a box of controls by his right, and presses a black button. The door opens, and we walk inside a spacious bedroom. I look back and watch the door close, only to display a big gallery, making the door invisible. I look back at Petal in awe. “Wow! How did you do it?” He smiles proudly, “I'm not only rich but also brilliant. “

Before I knew it, Keeran opened a set of expensive oak doors to a room that I could only assume was his, and closed it with a muffled click behind us. I finally understood what he meant when he said that his room was being remodeled. There are no windows in the room. None! I glanced up at Keerna’s chin in contemplation, not even realizing when he set me down onto the large king-sized bed in the room until it was too late. Panicking slightly, I made a move to stand, thinking that he was going to push me onto my back, but he didn't. There was a sly expression imprinted on his face when he glanced down at me as if he knew my thoughts.

he said then closed the door . Beside my bed was a small desk with a table lamp. Further away from my bed just beside the door that led to the bathroom ,was a black wardrobe. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling my thoughts running back and forth. My room was silent except for the occasional bursts of laughter from the sitting room. " Urrgh!" I groaned, it was really boring in here. I retrieved a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and contemplated whether to smoke or not. I inwardly cursed as I dismissed the thought, I had already promised dad I would change. Better to start with no smoking in my first night here. Ever thought of nothing? just laying there your mind complete empty and blan

Of course there is furniture, chairs , a mini bar, a fridge, a mini room right cross with a little door linking to it. Everything seems perfect but then it is. Lacked the touch of love or empathy, every that the room remains cold. I stand from the bed with my eyes peering through anything and everything that it can. No pictures, no albums, no paintings.. Nothing at all, just bright colored wallpapers of the moon and a vicious wolf. I could ur painting and the orderly arrangements of the road that he is sure one hell of a blood thirsty kind. The door pushes open causing me to be a little in fear, oddly I had not noticed him approaching the door..

I didn’t trust myself to speak and say something that would only make me want to disappear even more. I noticed he slowed down at a door. I wanted to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me. And Kieran's sudden change in expression was not something I could ignore. I walked to him, slowly and carefully. “What's that?” “My room.” he said. Then turned to me. “When I was a child.” “Oh.” That was the only thing I could say. He inhaled deeply, staring at the door like something behind the door was calling out to him.

“I’m texting you the gate code for the building, the elevator key code, and the penthouse door code. Memorize them.” My phone buzzed with three separate messages. “The guest bedroom is the second door on the right from the main living area,” he continued. “It has its own bathroom-with a less ridiculous chandelier.” Despite everything, I smiled. “You remembered.” “I remember everything you say.” He moved toward the door. “Get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be busy.”

I clenched my jaw, clicking on them. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I'm horny. ╰───────────────╯ My eyes went wide. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: I'll eat you out nice and slow. ╰───────────────╯ My mouth hung open. ╭───────────────╮ Unknown: My room is just down the hall or should I come over? ╰───────────────╯ I dashed to the door, checking those locks like my life depended on it. No way was I sharing a bed with that arrogant bastard.

They called it Tahanan Para sa Titig, a home for gazes, a place where the soul could rest and the heart could speak. The transformation of the side room was a labor of love. They spent days scrubbing the walls until they gleamed, painting the windowsills in vibrant blues and yellows that seemed to hum with life. A cozy beanbag nestled in the corner invited visitors to sink into its embrace, while a small wooden shelf held a curated collection of books—some penned by local writers, others bearing the marks of countless hands that had turned their pages.