Tulisan Keren Di Pintu Kamar Novels & Stories

Tumayo ako pero pinigilan ako ng pinsan ko "Uy, anyare sayo?" Alalang tanong nya sa akin "Kwarto lang ako" walang gana kong sagot Binitawan nya ang kamay ko kaya nakaakyat ako. Akala ko tatantanan na nya ako pero kinatok nya pa rin ako "Paris, usap tayo" rinig kong sabi ni Kurt sa labas ng pinto ko sa labas Hindi ako sumagot kaya binuksan nya ang pinto at pumasok sa kwarto ko. Umayos ako ng pagkakaupo sa kama ko

Styles. "This is your room and you can use this code to come out or get in the room using the computer screen I dialed in your door a while ago. Every room in the house except the comfort room is monitored. But outside the comfort room there was a hidden camera as well. I am sharing this because I know you’re a woman and we have that habit sometimes that we don’t want others to see. Inside that glass cabinet are the personal things you need. Click this button on the side. You have your TV here but you will only see that if you use the button on this control including your window. Press the black control if you want your curtain folded to let you see the in-between greenery, gardens, and hill

Levi’s POV “While we are in this room we are safe from any prying eyes that attempt to spy on us.” I lean back in my chair and clasp my hands together in my lap. “The pantry is a safe zone as well so no one will be able to tell that there is a secret room in the back.” “Though I’m sure they will suspect something if it is the only room unavailable to their prying eyes.” Remiel the ever pessimistic says. “Well, not the only room unavailable to prying eyes.” A wicked grin spreads across my face as enthusiasm flashes in my eyes. “Kenji had his pack witch spell all of the bedrooms from prying eyes as well.”

Thankfully, I found a toothbrush and brushed my teeth. When I got out, I opened the door to his inner room and his scent hit me, heavily. I found a clean towel and dried up my body with it, taking in my surrounding at the same time. It was nothing dark like Jeremy’s. And he wasn’t as tidy as him, but his room wasn’t rough either— a king-sized bed, bedside table, large white closet, and a single painting on his wall, someone victorious on a bike… It reminded me of Jeremy’s numerous ones. Especially my own.

The landlord had no objections and simply pulled out the keys she carried with her. The room was small. There was only one bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, but it had everything it needed. Hot water was still running on the stove, evidence that Veren had left in a hurry. We stepped into the bedroom and found a card on the desk, still unfinished. It was clear she had been drawing a boy entering the moon through a Magic Door, and it was meant for Justin.

The ones nobody wants. The hallway smells like lavender detergent and fake calm—pheromone blockers trying to convince everyone to behave. Doors slam. Laughter echoes. Someone's playing pop music at war volume. I pull my hoodie tighter and keep my head down. Don't look at anyone. Don't breathe too deep. Don't give anyone a reason to notice you. Room 314. I stop in front of the door, inhale deeply, and turn the handle. Inside, the room looks like an IKEA starter pack—two beds, two desks, two wardrobes. One side already looks like a unicorn threw up on it—pink comforter, fairy lights, perfectly stacked textbooks.

Kieran stopped at a door and pushed it open. “This is your room,” he said, stepping aside so I could enter. I did, and for a moment I just stared. The space was large, almost too large, with a bed that looked like it belonged in a palace. Heavy curtains framed tall windows, a writing desk stood in the corner, and a fireplace rested against the far wall though no fire burned in it. The air smelled faintly of cedar and something sweet, like old wood and polish. Everything inside spoke of wealth and permanence, but it also felt… prepared. Like they had been waiting for me.

Yes, he would get angry but I just wanted to take a look. And when I turned the gold-made knob, I slightly pushed the door open and closed one eye as I peek in to see if Tiny, as they called the puppy, was there but he was nowhere to be seen hence I opened the door fully and I was stunned. My jaw dropped, I thought I would find some luxurious room with so many expensive things, but to my surprise, the room was just normal. I walked in and closed the door. My eyes shifted around and I smiled. It smelled lovely, like the man himself and I guessed it was so because the room was his

He gently knocked on Maxine's door before pushing it open. Inside her room, Maxine was sitting at a small wooden desk, cluttered with papers and books. A single, dim lamp illuminated the space, casting soft shadows on the walls. She was engrossed in her studies, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scribbled notes in a well-worn notebook. The room itself was modestly decorated, with a few personal touches here and there—a framed photo of her family on the nightstand, a handmade quilt on the bed, and a vase with a single wilted flower on the windowsill.

The room was dark and shrouded in long shadows cast by the candles sparsely dotted around the small space. The apartment was hardly the height of luxury, but this particular room seemed well kept and comfortable if bordering on 'cozy' as the landlord had so eagerly described it. The bolt upon the door had been firmly wedged into place to prevent intrusion, a thick black cloth cascading down over what were presumably blinds to ensure that the room was utterly safe from prying eyes. A smattering of books laid at the foot of the bed, open to various pages with scrawled handwriting, notes written beside archaic text and small peculiar drawings. A finger traced the page thoughtfully over the seem