White Room Invincible Novels & Stories

The moment I hit play, the first thing that came through the speakers was a string of obscene moans—a woman's heavy breathing instantly flooded the entire office. Everyone's eyes went wide. Madison scoffed beside me. "Isla, don't tell me you accidentally pulled up your hotel hookup footage from last night." She was about to keep running her mouth when a familiar voice cut through the speakers. "You're so much hotter than your sister!" Madison froze solid. On screen, two all-too-familiar figures appeared in my living room, tangled up in each other. Their faces were pixelated, but their voices made it painfully obvious who they were.

Now, I wondered how massive Alpha Damien’s room was. The theme of the room was white with muted gold/bronze. The bedside lamps, pillow covers, couches, some of the carvings on the high ceiling, some parts of the chandeliers, and the swirl pattern on the carpet were all in that muted gold/bronze color, while the rest of the room was white in color. If it were shiny gold, the room would look tacky, but fortunately, with more whites, this room looked elegant and low-key luxurious. “And this,” Gamma Carl went to another double door inside the bedroom, pulling the doors open like before, “is your walk-in wardrobe, Luna. Alpha has made sure everything you’ll need is already prepared.”

“You killed Conor.” Darkness carried her sight pass her room to another one on tbe farther end. The moment the door opened, Vanilla was stunned, her eyes almost bulging out of her eyes. She had excepted to see a dark room with dark paintings and dull colors, what she didn't expect to see was an interior of cherry red wall, Golden chandelier, A king sized bed with a cherry red colored Quilt, the room was large. On the other side of the wall, there was a huge painting of a woman dressed like a queen, she had dark hair, dark eyes and a pale face, but Vanilla had never seen her kind of beauty before, it was like a dark Angel descending from the sky.

XXXVIII pried the doors open with surprising strength, revealing a dark shaft. "Down is safe," she insisted. "Up is boom." Another explosion rocked the facility. Dust rained from the ceiling as the distant whoop-whoop of the evacuation alarm finally kicked in. I grabbed both girls' hands. "Where are the others?" XLII's silver-ringed eyes gleamed. "The white room is the boom place." She mimed an explosion with her tiny hands. "Bad man lies." Jeff's display flashed *00:15*. He slammed the elevator call button. "We need to move now—"

"Yeah, okay, I'm ready." "Alright. Let's proceed back to the parlor." Following Viktor out of the room, which I notice that it's all white. Everything exept the major appliances. Which are stainless steal. But eveything is white and marble. It was really pretty. Making our way out of the room and heading down the hall, I hear Aimee and Anna start back up the conversation they were having right before we arrived. Kinda having a feeling that they were talking about me and wondering what's being said.

“But I took your cock at the restroom and no daughter should know a taste of her father. Mr Ignazio didn't say a word, he went silent, and his grip on my hand tightened reminding me of how my pussy walls squeezed around his finger. The elevator opened and I stepped out. He took the lead and I followed. We walked for some time before getting to a particular door. He picked the remote and he pressed few numbers in the door throwing it wide open. My eyes almost widened as I met with mini heaven. A living room with a four-seater, a water dispenser, and a flower verse at each four corners, magnifing the beauty of the house. There was a portrait on the wall and a large television on the wall also.

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

She shoves the door forward, and moments later, a dim yellow glow floods the space as a light flickers on. "In here," Elizabeth says. "This is the safe room." I step in first, scanning our surroundings. The room is massive compared to the narrow stairway—concrete walls with metal cabinets lining three sides and a long, chairless table in the middle. "What is all this?" I ask, eyeing the cabinets, each secured with individual locks. Elizabeth smirks. "A decent portion of Alpha VuK’s fortune." I turn to her, realizing she’s far more than just the Alpha’s housekeeper. Someone in her position wouldn’t have access to a place like this. Before I can comment, I already know—Vanda must have promoted

----------------------- ------ Illusory Immortal Palace/? Within the secret hall that was hidden from everyone within the sect. The opulent white hall is colored with the blood of the breathless people who're lying on the floor. The cultivators who survive are fighting with the invader who was beyond their imagination. A lone black silhouette with a curvy figure walking down the white hall to the few strongest survivors within the hall.

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.