1973 Novel Set In The Bottom Novels & Stories

After three hundred years of peace things start to get boring. In the gardens, the king looked at the old parts of the city down below. Once like the city he was also in his prime. Many winters have passed since that part of the city was built. The king himself was one of the oldest inhabitants of the city. There were a few of them that were older than him, but none of them had his power of remembering. The merchant was riding for hours; there was no place to stay. In this part of the wilderness there were no inns for miles. It was late, so the road wasn`t that much busy.

I’m happy with my life in the underworld and that is certainly something I never thought would happen Chapter 33

"I was passing through Level Three when I saw her. She was sitting with the slum children, singing to them. Just singing, like the world hadn't ended. Tell me how I'm supposed to walk away from something like that." I took two steps back and forced my voice to stay steady. "So I'm the one who pays for it? Shipped off to the Level Three slums to live her life for her?" Level Three was lawless and volatile, the kind of place where survival was never a given. People disappeared there without explanation. Rhett's expression tightened. "Don't be dramatic, Nora. It's not a sacrifice. It's a temporary arrangement." Before I could respond, a knock came at the front door. He was already moving toward

The iron gate creaks open, and sound crashes into me all at once; Chains dragging, Low murmurs, Wet coughing, A baby crying somewhere nearby, too weak to be loud. The ground beneath my bare feet is mud and ash mixed together. Soft. Unstable. I stumbled. No one laughs. That’s worse. Long rows of low buildings stand under the open sky. They have no proper walls and no doors. There is nowhere to hide, not even in the shadows. There is no privacy. Just bodies and dirt and survival pressed together until dignity has nowhere left to stand. This is where they put me. Not the dungeon. Somewhere Worse. “Head Concubine Violet,” the guard announces, loud enough to carry.

Didn't reach out to anyone from my old life. I just sat in that apartment above the hardware store, one hand on my still-flat stomach, and tried to figure out how Nova Hart had become Elizabeth Moore. And how Elizabeth Moore was going to survive what came next. Alone.

The data chip remained hidden, a precious treasure close to her skin. Finally, the night of the third moon arrived. The city, bathed in its cool, ethereal glow, seemed to hold its breath. Anya navigated the twisting streets of District 17, her heart pounding against her ribs. She reached Midnight Alley, a notorious den of thieves and scavengers. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale food and something vaguely chemical.

Soon the whole world was going to know all they had done. Oliver and Romulo exchanged a few words before they finally headed into the base. Nuella was surprised when she discovered that the base was actually below the warehouse. She stared at Oliver with a questioning gaze “How come it’s ……” “Underground?” Nuella nodded, that was exactly what she wanted to ask. “Story for another time” “Okay” Her gaze moved to her grandfather whose expression was dark and was tapping his foot on the floor as the elevator got to the 4 floor.

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

They say if you share the same name as a character in a trashy novel, you're doomed. I used to think that was a joke. It wasn't. One minute, I was sitting in my air-conditioned apartment, holding a pair of chopsticks, eating beef brisket. Blink. The AC vanishes. The smell of beef is replaced by sulfur, rot, and dust. My butt hits jagged concrete. My apartment is gone. I'm sitting in a ruined city under a dead grey sky.

POV: Third Person Marrow had learned a long time ago that just staying alive wasn't the same thing as actually living. He lived in an underground room that was cold, dark, and purposely hidden away. Black Tide used places like this for people they wanted to keep close but didn't want anyone to see. He was useful to them, but he was also someone they could throw away at any moment. The air down there smelled like damp dirt and old metal. It was the kind of place where you could scream as loud as you wanted and nobody would ever hear you.