Novel & Cerita Cursed Bathroom

He grabs my hand and tugs me toward the bathroom. The bathroom is mostly white tile and black marble, with a huge glassdoored shower that’s definitely big enough for both of us. Julian walks over and locks the door that connects to the other bedroom. He stops at the shower to turn on the water, then prowls toward me with a heated look on his face.

I think, as I bounce off the bed, heading straight for the rest room in this gilded cage. I peel the cloak from my shoulders and toss it across the purple velvet armchair without ceremony. The illusion of Queenly decorum has lasted long enough. Time for some peace and quiet. The bathroom is tucked behind a carved cedar door. I push it open and blink at the sight - marble floors, a claw-footed tub already filled with steaming water, the faint scent of eucalyptus and lavender laced in the steam. Convenient. Suspiciously so. I dip two fingers into the water. No spells. No hex residue. Someone's trying to impress - or disarm. Maybe both.

Emma nodded and headed to the bathroom, feeling grateful for Morris' kindness. She opened the door to the luxury space. Due to her drunken state last night, she hadn't taken the time to study interior design. The bathroom was a sight to behold. It was a large, spacious room with marble floors and walls. The room was well-lit with bright lights, which added to its beauty. In one corner of the room, there was a large bathtub made of white porcelain, and besides it was a glass shower with multiple showerheads.

It was not a place I expected a beast to reside in because it was decorated in colours of crimson, black, and gold, and it looked incredibly gorgeous with the antique furniture spread out perfectly about the room. It takes me a while to locate the bathroom, but once I do, I’m in wonder as I walk around the stunning room, which is adorned in crimson, black, and gold, to match the bedroom. I’m taken aback by the size of the bath, which resembled a small swimming pool, and the shower, which could hold at least twenty people. I walk over to the toilet, use it, then proceed to the sinks to wash my hands. As I go to dry them, the shoulder of my dressing robe falls down my arm, revealing the spot w

I invite, a hint of mischief lacing my voice. His gaze meets mine, a mixture of curiosity and wariness. With regal composure, Lucian follows my lead as we make our way towards the bathroom. The unfamiliar territory doesn't deter his dignified posture. I push open the door, revealing a modern and well-appointed space, its pristine fixtures gleaming under the lights. "This is the bathroom," I announce, sweeping a hand towards the clean surroundings. "You'll find everything you need here: a luxurious shower, a sleek sink, and a toilet that obeys your every command."

Even without the crazy beast inside my head going all superstrength. I keep walking past the cubicles. When I pass the final cubicle right beside the bathroom, three girls sit cross-legged on the bed, all giving looks that are a little more curious than hostile, but as soon as I walk into the bathroom, I'm disappointed. No tub in sight. Just a stark row of showerheads separated by nothing but heavy black curtains. And apparently, everyone assumes the bathroom is some sort of magical place where all the noise of the outside world is drowned out, because the gossip starts up again the moment I step inside.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

He looked a little disheveled. After almost crashing his way through the apartment door, Evan shouted for Carmen. Tracking where she was based on her cries, he rushed into the bathroom. Inside the steamy bathroom, Carmen was sitting on the vanity with nothing but a towel around her. When she saw Evan, she cried out with a pout, "There's a rat, darling…" Exhaling in relief, Evan walked up to Carmen and put his arms around her waist before kissing her on the shoulder. There was a faint hickey there. I saw Evan making it with my own eyes last night.

Nothing like barging in uninvited to mark herself as a stupid tourist with no boundaries, common sense, or manners. Thankfully, all she reveals is an equally small bathroom with a sink, toilet, and clawfoot tub. “Hallelujah!” she whispers before making quick work of using the restroom. Back in her apartment-slash-room, she sees something she missed. There’s a packet of information on the pillow that bears the House Corbin monogram,