White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

He didn't respond to her, but opened the door and left. "Not bad at all. Not bad," Nova muttered as she touched the vanity table and opened the drawers. Then she felt the bed. It was soft and the sheets were white just like the walls and everything in the room with her. Come to think of it, the living room was like that too. Could it be that this young billionaire was obsessed with the colour white? Maybe not, because the suit he had on wasn't white in colour. She wondered if his room looked like that too. A knock soon came on the door and Nova left everything she was doing and sat on the bed like the perfect guest that she was.

The pressure in the room snapped. She stood. High heels crushed scattered porcelain underfoot. Didn’t even glance at the flashing radar alarms. She walked straight into the private bathroom at the back of the chamber. Stopped at the frosted glass door. Turned. Looked at the monster curled against the wall. “Get in.” “Don’t make me say it twice.” The sealed bathroom system activated. White steam from the Arctic thermal stabilizers flooded the space within seconds. Vivienne slipped off her heavy tactical coat and tossed it onto the rack.

“Your room is being prepared. Medical equipment. Supplies. Dr. White needs space to set up properly.” “So where—” He pushed open a door with his shoulder. His room. I recognized it immediately. The massive bed. The dark furniture. The scent of him everywhere…cedar and smoke and something indefinably Enzo. “No.” I started struggling. “No, I’m not staying in here.” “Just for tonight. Until your room is ready.” “I don’t want—” “Nina.” He set me down on the bed, gentle despite my protests. “It’s late. You’re exhausted. Dr. White needs to monitor you through the night. This room has everything she needs.”

If I can get my hands on all three, I will definitely rule this world. The white wolf, Summer the so-called queen of wolves is the main ingredient. Then I mix her blood with that of the blue wolf, Aria who is the undefeated warrior of the whole supernatural world. Topping it up with the blood of the last remnant of the human royals, my rejuvenation spell will not fail.

He hoped we could at least keep it running until October and asked me not to mind. Seeing him drenched in sweat, I had said he could keep it on however he wanted. If I felt cold, I could just wrap myself in a blanket. But who would have known that he would set it to 50°F and never turn it off, not even when it rained? Not only that, but he even live-streamed himself online. He remained calm and unfazed in a 50°F room, which was a stark comparison to his pathetic roommate—me—who was shivering under a thick blanket.

“Everything is ready.” “Excellent.” He looks at me. “This way.” We walk down long corridors. Lots of locked doors. People are screaming from behind some, while others were silent. Finally we stop at a door marked: PATIENT 047 - HIGH SECURITY Viktor unlocks it. Open it slowly. Mmm. What is this man up to?? We entered Inside a room with padded walls and a single bed. One chair. One woman. She’s thin and has gray hair. Was wearing a hospital gown while sitting perfectly still.

"That's what they say in novels, a man is dying, but when his lover appears, kisses him, calls his name, and he gets strength and opens his eyes-" Ulric stomped on Cecil's foot while Lydia wasn't looking. "This is the Vip ward, and there is a special lounge inside the room that you can use. If you have any difficulties, feel free to contact us. Vince was attacked by our enemies, we need to go deal with this."

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

Victoria opened the door of one of the other rooms. The room was beautiful with lilac color walls and white interior. There was a glass chandelier in the center of the ceiling, dresser, table , couch, and walk -in closet . The room was cold and it looked untouched for a while. Victoria closed the door behind us and walked to the widow, on the opposite wall. "On my son's behalf I apologize to you,Kimberly.I do not- -".Victoria turned to face me . Shame was written all over her face. I shook my head no.

"The High District is up." "The White Room is in the pylon," Lydia said. "They built the facility inside the support structure of the city. If it blows, the whole District drops." The elevator stopped with a soft chime. The doors opened to a hallway that was blindingly white. There were no shadows. There were no corners. The walls were curved glass. Three Sentinels stood in the middle of the hall. They were dressed in white tactical suits. Their eyes were a flat, mechanical blue. They didn't reach for guns. They raised their hands, and the air around them began to ripple with kinetic energy.