White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

Miss White smiled and then said, “I’ve already tidied up your room, Miss. Do you want to go and have a look?” “Well, Miss White, you can continue getting busy. I’ll go up by myself.” There were three floors in the villa. Sienna did not take the elevator, and she ascended to the second floor by taking the stairs. The master bedroom on the second floor was warmly furnished, with white gauze curtains and pink drapes. There was a fleece carpet under her feet, and several large and small cartoon dolls of all shapes and sizes were placed by the bed. They were cute and silly.

You have to go alone, no couples allowed and the lights are off you can’t see shit once you’re inside, you are blindfolded and from then on you can end up in a fucking gang bang, or be fucked just by one person, the sky is the fucking limit. The white room is dedicated to couples, only one couple at a time, and they have all the privacy they desire. There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside.

"Then the oxygen scrubbers fail in ten minutes. We die. You die. And Ivy dies. But if you turn that key, the Palisades becomes a fortress again. You can have her, Dante. Forever. No one will ever see her. No one will ever touch her. She will be your perfect, private masterpiece." Dante looked at Ivy. The erotic tension of the situation was suffocating. He saw the way she looked at him—the fear, the love, the addiction. He saw the "White Room" across the hall, a room designed specifically for her, filled with her favorite books, her favorite colors, a bed of silk and velvet. It was the ultimate possessive dream. A world where she would never be hurt, never be cold, and never be away from him.

Vincent's mom said ****** Vincent accompanied Khali to her room. Vincent's room was just next to her. When he entered the room, the furniture was complete. A large TV is attached to the wall. There are fresh flowers on the table on the porch. The white color is all there, from wall paint to furniture covers, sheets and duvets also fully air-conditioned room. In the washroom, Khali changed her clothes. Violet chose the swimsuit that Khali would wear. Khali also combed her long wavy hair. She was wearing a see-through white dress.

' I ask. 'Yes, actually an accomodation for any and everyone. Irrespective if the race, origin, gender, colour and appearance. The only thing that is terribly not encouraged here is an evil mindset' explains Mr. White 'Feel yourself at home' saying so he opens the door that held a number plate 107 to an unoccupied room with two beds. 'Thank you' says Jessica before closing the door behind us. The room is painted with greenish blue and occasional flowery patterns. Its spacious enough for a free residence. It has a sofy mattress and a rectangular bedside table connecting our beds, that held a flask, glasses and a bowl of chocolates.

I nodded and followed behind immediately, I thought he was going to take me back to the red room, or should I call that a torture room cause that's what it looks like, but I was more surprised when he took another way, we got to a door but it looks more like a computer door because he used his fingerprint to open the door and I also notice that this door looked the most different in this whole mansion though every door here looks magical, I watched as the Alpha stepped into the room and I did so too, unbearable cold washed through me as I step into the room, I was mesmerized and dumbstruck for a second, every fucking thing in this room is white and there's no stain or dirt, this place is mor

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

"I didn't want to come back like this. I just... I couldn't stay away from my home." Evelyn didn't answer. She looked at the wheelchair, then she looked at Lucas. "The blue room is ready," she said. "No," I whispered. I reached out and grabbed Lucas’s hand. My fingers were trembling. "Please, Lucas. Not the blue room. It’s so far away. It’s so big and cold. I'm scared. I don't want to be alone in the dark." Lucas looked down at me. "The doctors said you need rest, Valentina. Your room is the best place for that."

He had taken me back into the mansion, through the various hallways upstairs till we stopped at the elevator, then we headed downwards. “Every person of power has one little space, where they work it out, draw information, get answers to political and war issues, or anything relating to the enemy.” He said as we strolled through the hallways, then stopped at the door at its extreme. “This is ours.” he said pushing it open, “The white room” introducing me to blood, torture and hell's portal. It was simply a large dark room, with two chairs, a sink at the farthest end of the room, and a table filled with several tools. Today, I strolled through that same hallway with Caden, Reid and Calum, rea

He might just ask another time if the girl would answer his curiosity. They entered the large room, Damian opened each room with a retina security system. Just like the security he has too. When they arrived at the main room, they were immediately faced with an empty room with several sofas in the middle. They immediately sat there, and together with another figure appeared from the room in front of them. Aldo was dumbfounded, he looked at who the figure who had just appeared was. A figure standing in a wheelchair with an IV in his hand. The figure was also looking at him with a distinctive smile. Aldo shook his head, then looked at Damian who looked strangely normal.