Room Novels & Stories

“Oh, “ I formed the shape of a zero when I remembered that he was right. Like what Raven said, he finished the punishment for me. Afterwards, we went to our room and placed down our belongings. The room is somewhat large. Definitely larger from what I have back in Raevisia Apples Frost. It consists of two beds and a small wooden table which separated it. The room is neat and clean. Not a single trace of dirt can be found in the area. A window is also placed on the right corner of the room where you can fully see the cherry blossom trees outside.

Jude lifted his head away from his phone and answered. “159 opposite room 169.” “Wonderful numbering. It's right here. Identical shit!” Sean mumbled, which caused the three to send him a glance for his profanity. Room 159 is a private room. Room 169 is a well-soundproofed private party hall. No matter how loud the volume of a song or noise is, it can't spill out of the private room. Zenos knew, and the thought of it made him clench his fist.

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐙 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 9:30𝐀𝐌 ^ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 5 ~ 4𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 The rays of sunlight shone brightly into the large room, two humans could be seen on the large bed as the rays shone on them as well.

There are many rooms there and 1225 is on the right wing. I entered my room and I was greeted by a white color with a combination of leaf green room. I saw a mini living room set with a sofa bed and a queen size bed. I rolled my eyes around. I entered the bathroom and saw that the toilet was also nice. And the last thing is that the whole glass window that was used was like a wall and was also covered by a curtain, I opened it and I saw the view of the city. Although it looks sunny and hot and humid outside.

The man who was begging for mercy, his voice left behind as the door closed behind them. They walked to a room, his cousin opened it and went in, Rohan Randhwa followed him. The room is completely different from the earlier one. It seemed a suite room, there was a king-size bed, a little far away from the bed there was a couch, there was also had a small dining table and a small refrigerator beside it, a large screen LED TV was mounted on the wall of the room and the room also had an attached bathroom.

After telling her, she forwarded towards the directed room. She opened the door of the room. It was dimly lightened but she could see everything clearly. There was a King-sized bed at the centre of the room. A big photo frame was at the head of the bed. But the picture got blurred due to dust. A study table on one of the corner and a walk-in closet. There was a spacious balcony. A Led was attached to the wall and under it, there was a big cupboard full of books. There was also a purple couch at a corner with a big glass window at the wall.

"Enjoy your visit!" Jackson snickered. "Thank you." Turning away, he saluted her with two fingers before stalking off to the staircase in favor of the elevator. The place was just as he remembered it, back from when he applied. The same decaying brown furniture, the weird rustic smell. And as he turned the corner up the winding staircase, he discovered the fluorescent lights still bugged his eyes. The walls even had the same coat of chipped, barely white paint. It was ugly as hell. Nothing like the room they had for the party, it amazed him really that they refused to improve anything with the budget they had.

She leans her head backwards and nods. Walking up the stairs, due to the broken elevator, she huffed out frustrated on getting to her room. The almost empty space welcoming her, she had tried her best to fill out the space but being the type to always place things in order, there was nothing more to do than accept it. Plopping down on her bed, her auburn hair sprawled out behind her, she watched the ceiling, the white light hanging from it flashing into her eyes. Not bothered a bit, she closed her eyes, falling back into the trance she was in twenty minutes ago.

The second property overlooked the ocean. Modern, luxurious, private beach, Infinity pool, cinema room, and Indoor spa. The realtor finished the tour with obvious confidence. "What do you think?" Marilyn looked around quietly, then shook her head. "It doesn't feel lived in." The realtor blinked. "What do you mean?" "It feels like a five-star hotel." She smiled apologetically. "I don't want to live in a hotel." Raymond said nothing. He simply watched her again, until the third property, which was even larger.

“Hikaru-nii?” “Is he in?” Hiro-san asked. “Yes. Shoes.” I pointed to the them. “It’s so dark though.” He observed and stepped in after me. “Hikaru-nii?” I called again and walked into the living room. The only source of light was the TV that had been left on. The man himself was lying on the couch, some 5 to 6 empty cans of beer scattered on the ground next to him. The room strongly smelled of alcohol. I stopped where I was and looked back at Hiro-san. “Looks like he had been drinking."