Tulisan Keren Di Pintu Kamar Novels & Stories

' my head told me which was true how do I trace back my room, people might get suspicious when I come up there doors saying 'excuse me is this my room? "Why do I have to screw this up?" I stood up from the bed pacing to and fro. After what seem like forever I finally made a choice. I took out an excercise notebook and a pen to scribble down directions and imaginary maps. It would be stupid to draw marking on a beautiful door like this. But a small dot won't hurt right? After getting my materials I opened the door and took a careless peep outside, no one was present and it was dead silent, I then marked under the golden handle with a black marker and wrote down my room number on my notebook i

I set the small wooden table on my side of the connecting door, arranging the plates carefully under the warm, ambient light of the hearth. Just as I finished placing the final fork, the heavy click of the corridor door sounded on Kieran's side. He was back. Without a single second of hesitation, I walked straight over to the heavy oak connecting door. I reached out, grabbed the large brass bolt, and slid it back with a sharp, decisive *clack*. I pushed the heavy door completely open, letting the light from my room flood into his dark bedroom. Kieran was standing by his bed, unbuttoning his uniform shirt. He stopped, his golden eyes widening in surprise as he looked at the open doorway, and

The room was beautiful and it was decorated grey. She had choosed the best colour for me. I climbed the bed and welcomed sleep cause I really needed it. ~••~ "Rise and shine." Miss Chen mumbled, as she pulled me off my bed. How did she get in? "How did you get in?" I asked, and she hissed. "How many times have I told you to always take your card off the door lock before entering your room? What if it was a kidnapper? or a rapist or someone more dangerous?" She asked, still dragging me off the bed.

It wasn't just a password; it was a taunt. ​I reached the double mahogany doors and pushed. They swung open on silent hinges, revealing a room that was less a bedroom and more a command center of masculine luxury. The scent of sandalwood and expensive tobacco was stronger here, clinging to the charcoal-grey silk sheets and the heavy velvet curtains. It was a room designed for a man who took what he wanted and never apologized for the wreckage he left behind.

"I wonder what my door looks like. Hopefully it's as pretty as this one, though I've always been partial to pink." After a good fifteen minutes of wandering the seemingly endless hallways, we each found our respective bedrooms. Helena had yipped happily as she saw the gentle pink door with her number shining brightly in gold. She marveled at the golden trimming that lined the door and rushed inside with a gleeful goodnight to the two of us. Camille's door was a gentle shade of mint green, little vines crawling along the edges, small flower buds protruding in random locations.

But this time I pushed my tongue inside her mouth granting me a small moan in victory. I withdrew from her lips making a popping sound, “Good, I’ll leave you alone then.” She nods with her eyes still shut. I let go of her and closed the door on my way out. One of the things my parents encouraged me to do was to get rid of the fireplace inside my room, but I refused to do it. How could I? It gives the cozyness I sometimes craved. On this occasion I can woo Vivian by staying in my room. I was already sporting an erection thinking in all the ways I wanted to take her when the door to my room swung open with a loud sound and my senses were put on alert by the sudden intrusion.

There, he put the letter to his bed as he ushered them to leave his room for a minute making them wait on the outside After making sure that they wait on the outside. He began walking to the painting that was in front of his bed and there he touched the wall until he pressed one that went inside the wall - then the painting was suddenly unlocked from the wall. With that happening, there he opened the painting - serving as a door to his secret place. He only takes few steps inside and there he found the necessary things he needed

“By the way, ito ang kuwarto ko. Kapag may kailangan ka, don’t be shy to knock on my door, okay?” Pinakatitigan niyang mabuti ang pinto bago dahan-dahang tumango. Nilagpasan namin iyon at ang dalawa pang kuwarto na nadaanan. Tumigil kami sa kasunod na pinto at itinulak iyon pabukas. Nauna nang pumasok si Pearl matapos tumalon mula sa braso ni Jimin. The room has a black and white theme. Very neat and pleasing to the eyes. May queen sized bed, ilang drawers at sariling banyo. He’ll be comfortable here for sure.

The dimly lit room was occupied by a dusty three-seater sofa, a small kitchen space, and a rusty standing freezer that has lost its white-painted color due to many years of purchase. I proceeded without hesitation as I walked slowly, trying not to make any sounds, towards a tiny hallway leading to the rooms in the apartment. My eyes glanced at the poetic quote on the first on my right-hand side, "My life is mine to take." Jefferson 2020. As I moved further, my eyes scanned another door, with an empty room; written on the wooden door was, "Pancreas cancer is eating me every day" (Wright 2022). All these poetic mus mean something, but what do they connote? ... How is it connected to what my Mo

The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room.