White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

Alaric and Audra enter the room first, then me and my twin, Matt, follow. I almost drop my eyes when I saw her commodious room. If their mansion in the Mortal Realm is already palatial, well, Adhira's room in their fortress is already half the mansion. I roam my eyes in the room and I saw every detail of her room. Her walls are painted beige and the rest of her things are white. Everything inside her room is the color white! From her bed, quilt, vanity table, and she even has a fluffy carpet around her bed!

Then—silence envelopes the atmosphere. Camela inhaled sharply, her hands feeling Vincent’s chest as her breath shook. “Are we dead?” she asked. He held her tighter and growled softly under his breath as he replied, “No. Not yet.” She raised her head, sensing the stillness in the air, which felt heavy and thick. She felt no shards cutting into her skin or dirt beneath her knees—only emptiness surrounded them. “Vincent…” she whispered. “Where are we?” They found themselves in a white room—not stone, wood, or sky. It was just an endless expanse of cold, unmarked white.

she said with a smile so I nodded. I got off bed and just now, I noticed that I was in a room that was all color white. It's like I'm on television or maybe I'm confined to a mental hospital. This is a little bit creepy. Who is the sane person who would stay in a room where everything is white, right? Isn't it weird? Oh... they are vampires, not humans. I forgot about that. Shantelle's Mother and Grandmother are the only human in her family.

“This isn't the floor my mother was staying on.” The nurse smiled again. “No, Miss Oxford.” Something about that smile made Marilyn suspicious. “Your mother's room has been upgraded.” “Upgraded?” “Yes.” The nurse pressed another button. “To one of our VIP recovery suites.” Marilyn stared. “What?” “I assumed you already knew.” Marilyn didn't answer. Because she didn't. The elevator doors opened. The floor they stepped onto looked nothing like the rest of the hospital. Everything was different here. More luxurious. More exclusive.

The place was way too plain to have this much security, there was nothing worth stealing here, neither was their sign of the gem anywhere “What is this place?” I asked turning to Lucas who had settled down on the chair and was staring at me with a deep grin on his face. He tapped his fingers on his cheek and moved out of the chair and Malcolm comes to stand beside me as Lucas stopped in front of the blank white wall. He tapped on the blank space and then a soft clicking went off- it was barely audible but i watched the partition move and then slide open. I watched, surprised as the opening led down a path filled with orange lights and it went far back that when i turned to Malcolm to watch h

“see, it’s perfectly fine.” the room was covered in white, just like every little thing in his place, is white. there was a stiff white bed frame with white sheets. white tiles were on the floor underneath the pure white walls, which were below the matching pure white ceiling that held the blinding light. i wanted that light removed too, along with that camera that monitored my every move, which was bolted to the corner of the ceiling. then there was the door that was made out of one hundred percent silver which was eight inches thick, it matched the bars on my small window that was next to the bed.

But that without her, everything started to forget how to hold still. Sector 4 Hallway D Eden approaches a room she’s never entered. Pauses. Waits for the sensor. But the door is already open. No ping. No prompt. Just air warm, soft, centered already hers. She steps inside. The lights adjust to 68% amber hue. Vent rhythm 6.3 seconds. Echo coefficient: softened. She whispers: “This was never mine.” Behind her, Nova steps in. “It is now.”

“You go ahead. I’ll watch from the doorway.” “Suit yourself.” Her fake smile drops and she steps confidently inside. “You know, Iokaste, it’s not you I’m after. I’m not your enemy. Celestial beings like you and I need to stick together.” “Your Highness, I promise you, whatever you think it is that makes us the same, we’re not.” I position myself a step outside the door and look in. The room is larger than a studio apartment with a long bench down the center and a toilet in the corner. Just like the hallway, the room is monochromatic pink, just a darker shade. There are no ugly sconces, just harsh track light in the center that illuminates the room.

Give me the room key. "Alright. Here, the room number is 408. There are clearheaded pills in the room." Kelvin gestured, embraced scarlet evenly, and moved toward the lift. The camera not far away snapped a photo of the front of the two. Removing her coat, kelvin put scarlet on the bed and murmured in a soft tone. "For what reason are you so drunk?" His marginally open collar uncovers his wheat-hued skin and provocative collarbone, making the entire individual look vile and attractive.

I take it and we leave for the VR-room. The room is as large as a gymnasium. It must take up at least three stories of the ship. The room is completely empty with white walls and ceiling and dark grey floor. Directly to the left of the entrance is a panel that Lazarus starts to click on. I wonder why the room has to be so spacious.