Backrooms Level 974 Novels & Stories

When will the day where I wake up and say “Ah, what a boring and carefree new day in this life!” I wonder if accepting the Abyss offer of reincarnation was a good idea… I just want to…close my eyes and…Sleep. {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 18 and leveled up to level 19} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 19 and leveled up to level 20} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 20 and leveled up to level 21} {Notice, you have reached the peak of level 21 and leveled up to level 22}

"Therefore, stop saying anything that would invite a misunderstanding, Hayden." Hearing my tough tone, Hayden trembled and had a complicated expression on his face. Before he could say anything, his phone rang. Whitney's crying voice could be heard through the receiver. "Where are you, Hays?" Hayden's voice softened a lot as he replied, "Everything's fine, Winnie. I left to take care of something." "I had another nightmare," said Whitney. "Can you come back to keep me company?" Hayden glanced at me before looking away guiltily. "I…"

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?"

Her 5’9” length was stretched out on the bed and hollow eyes stared at the blank ceiling above. Unconsciously, her fingers trailed to the flat flesh below her navel. Of all people, Zia felt the most apologetic to her innocent baby who was not granted the privilege of being born. A strange buzzing sound outside the door brought Zia’s thoughts to a halt. The noise increased and Zia’s eyebrows raised as she slowly got off the bed. As her feet drew closer to the door, the low buzz gradually got clearer, transforming into a loud, high-pitched rasping sound.

It was as if her stupidity fed his ego. One night, around 9:00 pm, I came back from the library and noticed that Sienna still wasn't in the dorm. I figured she was out on another date and probably wouldn't come back at all. Just then, my phone rang, and I saw that it was her. I didn't answer. After all, I knew it couldn't be anything good. After trying to reach me three times, Sienna gave up and dialed for Jessica instead. Jessica was in the middle of a game and answered the call without even looking. "It's not my problem if you don't come back. I don't have time for this."

⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content, emotional vulnerability, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. (Romantic, consensual intimacy between adults with strong emotional connection.) The villa smelled like roses, white tea, and Kevin’s garlic herb-crusted salmon. Candles flickered softly across the room, casting golden light on the walls and the two plates of untouched food on the table. Minnie stood in the middle of it all—hair curled, lips painted a deep berry red, and navy blue lace hugging every inch of her curves. The silky robe barely covered her thighs, and her bare feet padded quietly across the floor as she checked the clock again.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

"Flattened? The outer walls are eight inches of solid concrete!" [The concrete structure lacks reinforcement ] the system text read, scrolling down much faster in front of my face. [Apex Mutants possess burrowing capabilities. They will bypass the surface shield by breaching the basement floor from beneath the foundation.] "Oh, god " I whispered, putting my hand over my mouth as the true horror sank in. I looked down at the gray concrete floor under my boots. I thought about the dark damp basement where Cindy had pulled the power lever—the wet floor resting directly on top of the dark earth.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

It was hard; its as if it had been bolted into a concrete wall. "I can't, Jack," Angela said, out of breath. "Angela, you will have to try harder. We not sure what to expect here." Angela pushed harder, and two bolts broke loose as the sink panel moved to give her sufficient space to climb through, "what do you see there?" "Well, we are high up. It looks like we are in the last cell, I see a gravel road going downwards, and bushes surround it.” "Okay, is there any way we can go down?"