White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

Surely enough, two days later, she somehow convinced my other roommate to switch rooms with her temporarily. That night, while I was changing behind my bed curtain, I felt that something was off. I had barely put on my clothes when I heard a loud commotion followed by Serena's voice. "Say it! What the hell were you doing just now?" I yanked my curtain open and saw Serena clamping hard on Sia by the wrist. Her other hand raised her phone high. Serena looked like there was fire blazing in her eyes. Sia looked like she was in pain. Her wrist was nearly bent by Serena, but she still clawed desperately at the phone with her free hand.

Walking feeling into the house like he owned it, climbed up stairs like I weighed nothing, and dropped onto my soft bed. I waited for the chain to follow, the cold cuff on my wrist, but nothing came, he just walked out and shut the door behind him. I opened my eyes to the bright room, satisfied it was genuinely empty, I forced myself up to my feet. The room had a minimalist design, soft grey and milky hues, a few paintings, no photos, fit for a cold emperor who had the world beneath his feet… A man I had just marked… I took in a deep breath, hurried over to the bedside table, and grabbed a white and gold ceramic vase. Broken carefully, it could be used as a weapon.

The white tea cup, white bed sheet, white pillow, and a pair of white slippers were placed randomly on the white floor. “Man, this room is quite pale.” Mia frowned. “I don't know why they make everything so pale.” “Because only in this way can there be no place to hide secrets.” I looked out onto the balcony at the man in the blue-and-white hospital clothes. “Look, we'll find him at a glance.” “Who is he?” Mia, puzzled to go forward, looked at the man sitting in a wheelchair, “Iverson?” “Hello, Iverson.” I sat down next to him. “How have you been?”

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

_________ Just as they got to the VIP section, the male gently placed Evanora on the bed, his eyes lingering on her The room was dim, the faint glow of the city filtering through the large window, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Evanora leaned against the counter, her cheeks flushed, not just from the wine but from the fire simmering beneath her skin. She wobbled slightly, gripping the edge for support, her eyes fixed on the male He stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an aura of restrained power. His midnight-black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a sliver of his chiseled chest. His sharp, inhuman eyes narrowed at her, glowing faintly under the low light.

ZESA RUSSO I woke up to the sickly smell of hospital disinfect invading my nostrils. The room was fairly silent apart from my heavy breathing and the beeping sound from the digital monitoring machine beside me. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me, glancing around the room to take in my surrounding. A bed dominated the room, somewhat lumpy with padding and white sheets that seemed to mask the thick plastic covering the mattress. There was a call button attached to the bed, a bedside table, a comfortable chair and two dining type chairs. The room was decorated in a gold and white color. It was definitely a VIP room. I shut my eyes, trying to remember what had happe

Kanji tilted his head. "Mhm." "Looks like someone needs me, and by that, I mean the person inside the red room." Kanji stood up from the couch after drinking some glass of whiskey and puffing smoke. "So, I see. It's finally my turn now." Kanji walks to them as they follow him, and soon, five men enter the red room. Kanji's sight immediately shoots straight on the bed, and there it shows a woman fucked up and ruined, overstimulated with a vibrator arousing her defenseless clit as cum and squirts are on there, making Kanji clench his jaw from the view.

Naomi struggled her best to reduce the grip of her neck while dangling in air, but she couldn't even budge Gwen's ghost hand. Dolores could hear Naomi's struggle while being inside the white room as the white room was merely invisible not sound-proof, reckoning that Naomi was a pig teammate, Dolores just needed to let the ghost not discover anyone to victimize in this room and go to some other room, sighing Dolores was prepared to chant and come out but before she could chant she was kicked out of the white room as 10 minutes had already passed.

"Vi, we share the same blood—hurting you hurts me too! But for this family, for the Sanders name, I'm taking care of this villain today! I have to wake you up! A family that stands together thrives! We have to cut out the cancer!" With every word, the club came down harder. Sharp, crisp cracks of bone echoed through the room. Violet screamed in agony, nearly passing out, stretching her trembling hand toward Ryan. "Ryan… help me…" But seeing my wild, unhinged expression, Ryan's courage evaporated. Terrified I might come for him next, he scrambled backward, waving his hands. "I… I can't help you… Vi, take care of yourself!" Without another look, he turned and ran, disappearing down the hall.