White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

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.

he wiggled his fingers. “I am going to return and hunt you down!” I yelled, while being taken away by Tyler. Before long, we arrived at the white room. Tyler opened the door, and brought me in. As I swept my eyes all over the place, a cold chill ran down the length of my spine. In front of me were sheets of glasses extending across the room like a bridge. From what I heard, some of them could hold the weight of a rock, and others were as fragile as an egg.

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.

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.

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.

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.”