Room Romane & Geschichten

I was stunned when I entered Cohen's room. The walls are blue and the ceiling is white. The floor is made of fine and high quality wood so I’m not afraid of Cohen’s feet getting cold every time he walks especially in the morning. There is big aircon, and big windows, but no balcony. It also has its own bathroom and wait, walk in closet? Really? Cohen doesn't seem to need it— and fuck, a built in playroom inside his room ?! This is too much!

the staff said to each one of them upon opening their rooms for them. Ragnor entered the room and scanned the environment. The bed was a double bed, not the usual king size he was used to. It had two bedside tables with a lamb sitting on one and a telephone on the other. The bathroom was to the left side of the bed and the wardrobe faced the bed from the foot of the bed. He moved towards the bed and sat on it, his mind drifted off to Clara and what situation she might be in. He remembered the blood-stained sheet on his bed in his room back in the palace. Recalling w

Realizing the door was not locked, Catelyn called out cautiously, "Mister Reed?" There was no response from the empty room, so she probably had arrived early. She tip-toed into the glorious entertainment room that was about 10 square meters. Four long couches were formed into an L-shape, and there was an enormous LED television on the wall across them; the separated area included a washroom, a kitchen, and a resting lounge. Everything else was comparable to an executive duplex in a hotel. Instead of the usual scent of cigarette and liquor like any other entertainment facility would, there was only

He commanded her. She shot a glare towards me silently existing the house leaving us alone.I awkwardly gazed on the floor. "The room in the left is yours.You can settle your stuffs comfortably because I am going to stay in last room from the right."He told me signalling in the direction of rooms. I nodded my head and rushed to my room. The room had glass walls to the front . Translucent aqua blue curtains were complimenting the white walls and plain white decor . The bedsheets were also white except the brown wooden floor.

“Yes. What do you call it?” “A very expensive apartment that’s much bigger than mine.” The room was decorated in all shades of blue and brown colors. His large bed sat next to a large window. One corner of the room was made into office space, with an oak desk and laptop. In another corner of the room sat a few exercise machines and dumbbells. Along one side of the wall was a giant entertainment console that held a stereo system, and at least three game systems. Hanging on the wall next to that was a 65-inch flat-screen television.

“It was my fault.” “Let us make it up to you,” she responded. “Thank you, but there will be no need for that. I’d like to head down to my suite if you don’t mind.” “Not at all. Shall I call for a bottle to be sent down to your suite?” He paused to think and after a bit gave a small nod. “Yes, I’d appreciate that.” And with those words Nico strode past her into the building of the Hotel de Visconti, one of the oldest and most profitable business ventures that belonged to the Group.

I said casually, not caring to stare at the menu. "Sure," he smiled, leaving me alone with a glass of water. Sitting alone in this nearly empty place, I glanced around the space, scanning my surroundings. This place is small and seems quite old for the style of interior and furniture. Still, this space has quite a calming and, I don't know the right word to describe it but it has quite a homey vibes and atmosphere around here, and what strange is that I like it even when it's quite opposite to my style or choice.

There was a white couch, in the middle, big enough to fit 10 people with a light pink carpet that looks fluffy, and windows that showed her whole backyard that had yellow rose bushes that lead to the middle of it. There was a huge gold case of pictures and trophies near the entrance of the room. A T.V. as big as me in front of the couch. The walls were a light gray that matched the white marble floor. There were two doors leading to different rooms. An opening to the room beside the living room, possibly the kitchen. In a corner of the room<

… “The minibar is situated within this cabinet and works by electronic sensor—” “Uh-huh.” I manage a polite nod, but my whole body is pulsing with lust. I don’t care how the bloody minibar works. Just stop talking and leave us alone to have sex. “And through here is the bedroom.” Nico swings open a door. I take an expectant step forward—then stop in dismay. “Whaaat?” I hear Ben exclaim beside me. The room is large and grand, with a domed glass ceiling. And under the dome are two single beds.