White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

' I thought and climbed the stairs. As we moved inside there was a humongous living room and I could see many doors. Vincent opened the 2nd door from the right and soon I was welcomed by a dreamy room. White, pink and sky blue colors blend well with each other. The room was totally different from the rest of the house. I could see that he changed everything for me. There was this king size round bed in the middle of the room and the lacy fabric surrounded it while a vanity was right in front of it. A neon sign 'you are beautiful' was also placed on the wall.

He says indignantly. “And deprive you of the chance to show everyone how capable you are? I could never,” I say saccharinely. “Fucking bitch,” he mutters. I quietly snigger. As everyone finally wakes up, people start wandering around looking for a way out, but I’m watching them all carefully. It’s very likely this room is full of traps designed to kill us, so I’m not going to be the first one to walk into them. Let them do it, and then I’ll know what to avoid. Whiro is still working on the door as I continue to carefully examine every aspect of this room for anything out of the ordinary. While it looks like a normal living room, it has that showroom feel. Like I’m sitting in a display in a f

I know she would like it as well. Once we get to the club, I enter the sex store next to it and purchase what I need. We head back to the club and Kyle sits in the VIP while I head to the room I'll be using. They have a room for female domes. The room has white walls, but the walls have fluorescent pink lights, so the room looks pink. The huge room is lined up with black trim. The bedding is pure white. Just like the other room, it has all the same stuff, but it's all-white instead.

The pitch black darkness of the Valerius penthouse was absolute. With the solid tungsten blast shields dropped over the panoramic windows and the heavy mechanical locks engaged, the sunlit sanctuary had violently transformed into an impenetrable, soundproof tomb. Victoria Cross stood completely frozen in the center of the hardwood floor. The two Volkov mercenaries frantically swept their high lumen tactical flashlights across the massive living room. The piercing white beams sliced through the dark, illuminating pristine leather furniture, marble countertops, and empty space.

He needed to hold them and remind himself why he was doing all of this. [AN EXCLUSIVE BAR - VIP ROOM] The bass from the club below vibrated through the floor of the private room. Red lights bathed everything in a crimson glow, casting shadows across the faces of the two men sprawled on the leather couches. Bottles of expensive whiskey littered the table between them, and several naked women moved around the room seductively. Ivan sat with his legs spread wide, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a glass of amber liquid dangling from his fingers. Across from him, Jake mirrored his relaxed posture, though his eyes were sharper, more alert despite the alcohol.

Valerie. The room they put me in was pale. Not white, I want to be specific about this, because white would have been a different quality, white had a clinical brightness to it, the brightness of a room designed for visibility and procedure. This was pale in the way of a room that had been designed to be without edges, without the specific demand of color, a room whose neutrality was its function. The walls the particular non-color of rooms that were supposed to not be anything, and were therefore, in their studied absence of quality, their own specific thing.

I stepped inside, and the door hissed shut behind me with the absolute finality of a hydraulic click. The chill of the server cooling system hit me instantly, biting into my skin and numbing the anger that had been simmering in my skull. In this room, the temperature was a constant sixty degrees. Sterile. Emotionless. Exactly like the way my brain needed to function right now. I dropped into the leather chair before a desk of black obsidian glass. Three curved monitors flared to life, drowning the dark room in a sharp, predatory blue glow. "Connect to Vincent Vale," I commanded.

It was just white, nothing was in it and then it hit her. "The white room". She wanted to yell but she knew no one would hear her. The white room was the room for rebellious angels, it could twist the minds of whoever was in it and leave them as a shadow of themselves. Nahamani knew she would soon die if she stays here for too long.

VALENTINA After I agreed upon helping them, Agent Vitali lead me to the room which is right beside that interrogation room. He asked me to rest and he went to talk to the seniors or whatever. Where he has locked me this time is a plain room. White room. A white bed. White sheets. White floor. White attached door. This is unbelievable. I am beginning to despise white color. I sigh out and jog toward the bed before laying down over it. I have been unconscious for a whole day and when I woke up, I was already in that interrogation room, handcuffed to the table.

He had no idea how he made it to the morgue, but eventually he snapped out of it. "You'll have to brace yourself, Mr. Terrason," said the forensic doctor, but he sounded so far away. The white sheet was pulled back. The body was burned beyond recognition, but the diamond ring on the finger struck Samuel like lightning. His chest tightened until he couldn't breathe. The room spun. He nearly collapsed, catching himself against the wall. "No… this isn't possible…" His hand hovered over the ring, trembling, then recoiled as if burned. Reality was worse than anything he'd imagined.