White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

"Yes. Everything is fine. Come on, let's check out our room'' Vin lifts me from the chair and takes the stairs to the said room. As he claimed, the form is magnificent. It's painted white and has large windows with beige curtains. In the middle of the room is the biggest bed I have ever seen. The bedspreads and the countless pillows are also in white. It's perfect. It exceeds my imagination. I gently smile at Vin and he returns it. " I love it" I happily exclaim and he chuckles, pecking my cheek. "I knew you would... we... " Vin's statement is cut short by his ringing phone and I sigh in disappointment. Can't I have him to myself?

"Axel, I would never—" "You just did," I growled, turning on my heel and walking away. The party was over for me. I couldn’t care less what happened the rest of the night. Moving through the restricted wing of the house, I texted Baron: "Keep an eye on Ryan. Make sure everything goes smoothly. I’m done with the party." I hit send and made my way to the dungeon. The white room. A place designed to break the mind before the body. Four white walls, white floors, white ceiling, and white bed—devoid of anything that could ground a person. There was a hidden compartment filled with instruments meant for pain and control. A space forgotten by most.

Blackville District, Private area, Y city. Elite mansion B. In Vanessa's room, the situation was getting tenser. None of them had made the move to fight yet. On Evelyn's side, one part of the room felt cool, but the other side was freezing because of her lotuses. On Vanessa's side, it was scorching hot, but nothing in the room was burning, as she had no intention to do so. They kept staring at each other and then smiled meaningfully.

blow it” Viviana said to me while sitting on the bed. “Aaww then you’d be all alone” I said while making my way over to the bed to sit next to her. It was a king size bed that had a violet comforter 4 white pillows and one small black pillow with large L in cursive that had been stitched in. I sat down and grabbed the small pillow to inspect it. If I didn’t know any better I’d think they used real gold for the stiching. I placed it on my lap and looked around. The room was large with an all white vanity up against the further wall, a large flat-screen TV directly in front of the bed. A walk in closet that was empty, of course, and my own bathroom. There was a small glass door by the vanity

Luke clicked his finger in front of me. I was sitting on the chair in his suite. I was alone with him again and I don’t know how long I had been back here. I got up and saw the room spinning. I closed my eyes when I looked at the floor and envisioned my mother’s body. “You okay?” Luke was holding my shoulder. I nod and move past him. I walk through the bedroom suite into the bathroom. I close the door and puke. My hands are shaking and I close my eyes. All I see is Antonio.

Heart pounding, Ivy pushed open the door labeled "Room 79" and stepped inside, her hopes soaring high. The soft glow of dimmed lights bathed the room in a tranquil ambiance, revealing a spacious suite with plush furniture and tasteful decor. Her gaze immediately fell upon the figure lying motionless on the bed, hidden beneath a thin white sheet.