Room Novelas e Histórias

99 ramen. ​I kicked the door shut and guided Julian to the bed. ​Calling it a "bed" was generous. It was a sagging twin mattress on a rusted metal frame, pushed into the corner of the ten-by-ten room. Julian collapsed onto it, the springs let out a long, agonizing screech that filled the tiny space. He looked around, his eyes glazed and unfocused, taking in the peeling floral wallpaper, the single hot plate on a warped wooden desk, and the stack of library books holding up the lopsided wardrobe.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

Helpless plunge my being as another series of self-destructive and depressing thoughts ran through my head. To distract me, I peered around the room taking in the interior. The room was generously large with a Royal-size fancy bed pushed against the wall opposite the bedroom door with an ottoman at the edge and with nightstands on either side of it. A 70 inch or maybe bigger Tv was mounted to the left side of the wall where the bedroom door was framed.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

Kimberly slowly stirred on the bed before opening her eyes to an unfamiliar bedroom. Where is she? And how did she get here? She wondered, racking her brain for answers but only ended up having a headache. She took a careful look at room she was in. It was an all black and grey themed room. The sheets, duvet cover and pillow cases were a mix of black and grey. Whoever owned this room sure has a thing for black, then it hit her, Roy’s living room consisted of black furniture. “It can’t be.” She gasped.

The room was enormous, filled with modern décor and warm color on the walls that made it easy for the light to bounce on every corner. A king-sized bed lay royally in the middle of the room, with a mini bookshelf on the left, and a television screen on the right pinned a few inches on top of a mini-fridge. The room was also full of a vanilla fragrance, just like the one he had on. I smiled as I made a tour of the room, thinking of how he had this room set specifically for me.

There is some artwork on the walls, a large bookcase and some other knick knacks placed on sideboards and side tables placed around the room. To the right there are two doors. One is open and shows a large bedroom with the largest bed I have ever seen. Of course they need large beds when they are so...large. The closed door holds a small restroom with a sink and toilet, Lazarus informs me so I don’t bother to look in there.

There were three doors situated at the very end of the hall; I recalled that Lola Aida's room occupied the right side, the bathroom was situated squarely in the middle, which meant the door on the left belonged entirely to Dominic. I stepped inside, my eyes slowly scanning the private space. A large window occupied one side of the room, allowing a refreshing breeze to circulate through the air even without an electric fan running. His bed was pushed neatly against the wall, positioned right next to a wooden study desk piled high with school textbooks and various picture frames. A large wardrobe st

the friendly figure of the Prime Minister approached them. The room was bigger than theirs, but not that big either. It's like an average study room with some furnitures. It only had a single bed. There was a desk on the corner of the room and a small bookshelf beside it. There's another door beside it which Jai assumed must be connected to the bathroom, and there were two couches and a coffee table on the other corner of the room near the door. "Yeah, because they're not outside," Darrion replied when Jai was looking around.

"Back to the empire that ate you alive?" I shut my eyes tight. "Not today," I muttered under my breath. "Sir?" Noah looked at me, confused. I straightened. "Nothing. Let's go." The voice faded, like smoke in the wind. But it left a chill crawling up my spine. The boardroom looked different too. Bigger, brighter, built from glass and ambition. There were twelve seats, but only one empty - the one next to mine. And then the door opened. Elena walked in.