Backrooms Level 974 Novels & Stories

After a soft peal of laughter, the woman gently placed her cup of tea down and leaned her back against the soft cushion. With her legs crossed, she smiled and continued, "I've mentioned about nature power to you. That's actually the main difference between a Level 8 and a Level 9. A level 8 was just a regular immoral host like you. They have abilities and items. But so what? Do you know? In front of a Level 9, even those indestructible barriers are nothing? Do you also know that no matter how high you raise your Curse Ability, while it would have a good effect on a Level 8, it's nothing but a stupid chanting before a Level 9?"

Behind the grime, faint red light pulsed inside the conduit like veins beneath the skin. He looked up slowly. “It didn’t stay powered. It was reactivated.” The words chilled them more than the air. They moved downward, following the signs toward the service elevators. When they reached the end of the corridor, the doors stood open rusted but intact. Ethan pried apart the inner gate, revealing a maintenance ladder that led deep into the darkness below. Caleb glanced down the shaft. “How far?” “Sublevel 9,” Ethan replied. “About nine floors.”

Meanwhile, my heart ached, tears rolling down my cheeks involuntarily. I, too, had wanted to be the one loved by my family, but I never was. Jeff pushed open the door to my room and saw my journal lying open. "List of times you were overlooked? Final warning? The 99th time—abandoned during your mating ceremony?" I shut the journal before he could take a closer look. I didn't want him prying into my secrets. "Don't be childish, Georgia. It's only a mating ceremony. We'll just reschedule for later. You don't have to write that down," Jeff said.

Chapter 9: Black Backbreaker The hallway throbs, a pulsing chamber of raw sensation. Her moans, broken and blissful beneath his kiss, are a symphony of surrender that fuels his relentless drive. He feels her body arching against him, her hips grinding, a desperate, unbidden response to his every thrust. Her legs, wrapped tight around his waist, pull him deeper, locking him in, an anchor to her unravelling. Her mouth, hot and pliant beneath his, accepts his demanding kiss, swallowing his urgency, silencing her fading protests. The wet slap of their skin against the wall, the rhythmic thwack of flesh on flesh, is a drumbeat to their descent into primal ecstasy.

I turned my back to the body as my stomach emptied its contents. I slowly straightened, surveying the massacre. About twenty scorched bodies laid motionless amongst the burnt remnants. Every now and then, you could see a flicker of yellow, white, and black fabric. I bent back over and disposed of anything left in my stomach. Averting my eyes from my vomit, I quickly scanned the area again, trying not to pay too much attention to the detail. “What the . . .”

I felt him shudder behind me as he gave one final, heavy thrust, before emptying his load with a guttural roar, and spilling his cum across my behind and lower back. Fuck.

The room went dead silent. I dropped into a crouch. My hand was shaking so badly I could barely pick it up. Olivia crouched beside me. "Chris, I..." I pulled away before she could touch me. A crack ran straight through the center of the brooch like a scar. I closed my fist around it. The broken pin dug into my palm. Blood seeped between my fingers. Olivia grabbed my hand and tried to pry my fingers open. "What is wrong with you? It's just a broken brooch! Why would you do this to yourself?"

When she tried to lift herself up, she groaned at the heaviness that her body was feeling. Then, sensing the presence of someone nearby, Tang Yazhu turned her head to the left. At the turn, she saw an IV drip and a man sitting on a chair next to her bed wearing a fitted full black suit. Despite wanting to pay attention to his face, she could only see his well-built body. In a hoarse voice, she asked the man, "I-I'm… alive?" She tried reaching out her left hand to touch him, wanting to see if this was truly real. However, being quite weak, her hand could only begin to fall. Just before it hit the bed though, the man grabbed her hand, holding onto it.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

Pulte said. Pulte was worried about what might happen. He called Ravitz again and this time he quickly answered. "What's going on? What's happening?" Pulte asked. "Oh, get inside the bunkers and guide other people near you to safety. We're in level 3, the monsters have increased in the northwest wall and a couple of them are already above the city." "Have you contacted the doctors? Are they safe?" "Don't worry, the headquarters is the safest place in the city. Most of the people have already gone underground and uh-"