Backrooms Level 7 Novels & Stories

"I'll go in first. Like it or not, we're going to do what we have to do to take them down." Seven nodded as a low menacing growl erupted from deep within his throat. I could see that he was in the mood for some payback. I peered down the hallway, and several hunters turned with assault rifles in hand, so I gunned them down, trying to spare their lives where I could. Walking down the hallway, I kicked a weapon out of reach of one that was alive as I passed. The man popped up and grabbed my leg, but Seven ripped out his throat and blood splattered over his fur. He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go.

I will never let those who abandoned me at my lowest stick around when I am at my highest! Avery immediately softened her tone. "I was just worried about you, sweetheart. I even cried earlier because of it. Please don't be angry anymore, hm?" "I know. I only said those things because I was angry. Don't be upset now," Timothy replied. "I'll buy you all the nice things in the world once I'm rich, okay?" I was disgusted by the two's sudden, sickly-sweet rekindling and hurried away. I had gotten word about an old healer who could treat Timothy's impotence in my previous life. But that drug had cost thirty thousand dollars.

"Oooh! I almost forgot! Actually, I don't have much to say. Just reminding you we don't owe each other anymore. Hahaha! Remember that fake sister of yours? Oooh, before I forgot, I already asked about you from 37, so don't be surprised that I know almost everything. Of course, actually, it's impossible to know that much since even if I have the authority, I'm not that patient. Hahaha. So back to what I'm saying, remember when I bombed Maurice yesterday? Though not intentional, I still saved that nympho girl. It's enough payback for your cancellation of the warrant, right? Hehehe." Agatha was at first relieved, but not long after, her jaw dropped. While thankful that this boy probably had no

CHAPTER SEVENTY – ONE ROSE AMARA’S POV A funny taste lingers at the back of my throat as I slowly open my eyes. My surroundings gradually come into focus. I'm lying on a dark floor resembling old, abandoned asphalt. A rotten smell, like a public toilet in a forgotten gas station, nearly causes me to gag.

ALICE The private elevator panel clicked as the lift reached the basement level of the Laurent security wing, the heavy steel doors sliding open with a quiet hiss. The air inside the subterranean holding facility was cold, smelling of fresh paint and damp stone, a sterile layout completely isolated from the main administrative floors above. I walked down the narrow corridor, my boots striking the concrete floorboards in fast, hard strides. Julius Roland walked half a step behind my shoulder, his coat left unbuttoned, his face a calm, disciplined mask as he listened to me trace the events of the last seventy-two hours.

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

The pain in my head and stomach made me very unbearable, and slowly my eyes felt very heavy and started to close. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I said before my eyes completely closed. "Amber, wake up, Amber." Why do I feel something shaking my body? Didn't I die, and now that I'm in the hospital, will my womb survive in the end?

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)

Please let them be there. I reached the Level 100 access hatch and kicked it open. The penthouse was a wreck. The glass walls had shattered, the cold night air rushing in. The Crystalline Pillar was dead, its glow replaced by a dull, smoking charcoal grey. Julian was slumped against a wall, his breathing ragged but steady. He looked up at me and gave a weak, shaky thumbs-up. I looked toward the centre of the room. Lisa was lying on the floor, her clothes scorched, her hands blackened by the energy surge. She wasn’t moving.