Under The Sky Room 553 Novels & Stories

"Where?" "The underground room."

Marla’s favorite room in The Story House was the attic. It wasn’t officially a program space—just a quiet, tucked-away corner filled with forgotten furniture, old blankets, and a dormer window that caught the afternoon sun just right. River had once suggested turning it into a supply room. Skye had vetoed him instantly. “This space breathes,” she said. “Let’s not choke it with boxes.” So it remained untouched. Raw. A little dusty. A little magical.

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.

Aisha's POV The night air grew colder as the door to the room was knocked softly. Julien and I exchanged glances before I stood up and opened it slowly. A teenage boy stood in the doorway, thin and with tousled hair, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked nervous, but the glint in his eyes showed a bravery I admired. “Excuse me… I’m Dimas, Mrs. I’m the third child of Mrs. Narti,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry for coming late. I heard from the neighbors that you were taken to the hospital.”

And contrary to the antique and vintage room that Rana housed in her shop and Julienne working in the museum, their apartment is mostly modern except a quarter where they threw in their vintage and antique ideas. She went to the black dining table that occupied half of the floor while the other side of the room was arranged with a long orange couch and a white sofa covered in a fluffy dirty white carpet with a TV on the wall. She put the box of cakes and plastic bags of meat on the table and pulled a black chair and sat on it looking out in the big glass window. Dusk was yet to come with the sun only to set. The light from the horizon was a mix of bright orange and yellow. The sky was dusky

Don't worry. As I imagined, the man got off at the next stop, it wasn't worth the effort with her. The girl next to me let out a long sigh as if she was holding her breath and now she could finally breathe. -— Where do you live? What is it called? Do you have someone who lives with you, someone you trust? She seemed to think about the answer. — My name is Katia. I live in the building behind yours. I see you go in there when you come back from work I guess... I live with my boyfriend.

He smiled in reply, and she blushed. “Hey, Kathy. Any trouble sneaking out?” “No. The parents are at some exhibit opening at the museum.” They pulled their bikes into the head house and hid them behind a half-collapsed wall. It was unlikely anyone would want them, but better safe than sorry. More sinister people than they lurked there sometimes. All the old machinery had long been removed, leaving giant holes descending through the floors, and the left-behind parts always felt shaky. No glass remained in the windows, and most of the staircases were missing stairs, but somehow they traversed all the obstacles until they reached a small claustrophobic room with a low ceiling on the fifth floor

I don’t turn around. “We have twelve hours before Robert regroups. I suggest you use them to sleep.” The fifth floor is silent when we step out. Kade leads me to a sleek black door and hands me my bag. The room inside is gorgeous—high ceilings, dark modern furniture, a wall of glass overlooking the city. Vex moves to follow me in. I block the doorway with my body. “I’ve got it from here.” I take the bag from Kade’s hand. “Goodnight, boys.”

As the image wavered back to the kitchen, they witnessed Victor forcefully leading Sky out, pushing the knife against her belly when she attempted to resist. Zion couldn't see Sky as they were descending into the basement to safely extract John and Anthony. Zion attempted to link with Sky, but she had activated her block, which frustrated him. As he began to ascend the steps, Marco received a message from Jessica informing him that Sky had been taken upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Jessica was waiting for Lana to indicate which bedroom, but the absence of an image left them bewildered.

“After ten minutes, come back here. You’ll play a quick game to determine who gets which room. So choose wisely… and maybe a little strategically.” Kim’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Room tour and then a game? This show is evil. I love it.” Night stood up without a word, already making his way toward the stairs. Aron turned to Sky with a grin. “Let’s go, roomie. Time to scope out our future palace.” Sky nodded, a little dazed. “Yeah. Just... not the one with one bed, please.” Together with the other pairs—Sam and Night, Kim and Ten—they climbed the stairs to the second floor of the villa.