Basement Yard Fanfic Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Basement The next day felt too long. Every time I saw Jake at breakfast he acted normal. He joked with Dad about football and helped Mom carry groceries like nothing had happened. But when our eyes met he gave me a small smirk that made my stomach flip. I kept thinking about his hand on me. The way he tasted my cum. The promise he made. After dinner everyone went to the living room to watch a movie. Jake stretched and said he was going down to the basement to lift weights. No one thought twice about it. Ten minutes later I told them I was tired and headed to my room. Instead I slipped down the back stairs.

‎Relationship Status: Currently engaged to Lila Quinn. ‎Lila Quinn. ‎I threw my head back and laughed.... a deep, maniacal sound that echoed through the empty penthouse. Oh, this was too perfect. ‎ ‎“So my younger stepsister’s fiancé was the one writhing and moaning under me last night,” I muttered, still chuckling. “Her husband-to-be… taking every inch like he was made for it.” ‎

He rocked Cassie and hummed along to the lullaby their mother used to sing as he waited for the lift doors to open. The only response he got was Cassie gripping his shirt tighter, pressing her face into her brother's chest. Soon the doors opened and they went down. Unlike most, Conrad and Eva never left the base, they had an apartment which was located just behind Conrad's office. Conrad liked to refer to it as Central Command, once they stepped off the elevator it was another corridor with a small indoor garden in a circular lobby. To one side there was a door with a mail slot.

Tessa slapped her lightly on the head, “Shut up! Where do you get these stupid ideas? Has boss ever raised his voice at us, that he'll execute Nina! He'll just ask her to get out, that's it. And that's all we want! Now let's get out of here before he comes back and figures out we were behind this.' ***** Miley's POV: The basement air was cold and musty, and the darkness was so dense that it would make absolutely no difference whether my eyes were open or closed. I couldn't see a damn thing! I had barely made it down the creaky wooden stairs before the door slammed behind me with a loud bang. My hand shot out, feeling the surface of the wall in search of a light switch like the maids had told

You deserve something better Wait Is Adrian trying to make me quit my job Maybe he wants to employ me into one of his firms Well I'd be grateful and happy Adrian : but we'll talk about that when I get back. Now follow me, let's go to my lair He held my hand and led me behind him Me: lair? Are you a dragon? He laughed We went to his storeroom and went down some stairs to a basement Whoahh This is a basement heaven Wow How can a basement be this large and comfy There's even a big bed TV Cushions A bar A snack bar

Then I took my leave without even saying a word, I don’t feel like finding a replacement for him. I walk into the foyer with white marble clacking against my heels and the beautiful spiral staircase that wound all the way to the top, Clara, my maid took my coat, while at the same time lingering her stare at me a little too long. It disgusts me when women drool like that, especially American women. I walk immediately to a door located on the wall of the staircase, push in the code, and the door clicks. I walk down the stairs rolling up my sleeves, making sure my footsteps are heard. The basement has several different uses. I rarely ever hold enemies in my own home, but if it’s a special case

Brody, Caden, and Jennifer were all calling me hot headed at this point. "Fuck," Gideon cursed, going through the arch of the living room that lead to the backyard and basement door. I never went this way after learning that Max lived down there when he was on pack grounds. I cautiously followed behind him, stepping over a pair of discarded trunks. My mate ran his hand through his chocolate locks, messing them up. The door to the basement was just barely cracked open and the scent of arousal stung my nose. He instantly disappeared down the steps. I crept closer, leaning in enough to hear what was going on. I had a bad feeling I already knew what was happening and wanted to confirm it.

“This is beyond the reasonable scope of—” Celeste did not even look at him. “Read page four, paragraph three.” He looked down at the warrant and went quiet. I wanted to applaud her. Alexander noticed and murmured, “Don’t.” I blinked up at him. “I didn’t do anything.” “You wanted to.” “You don’t know that.” His eyes warmed faintly. “I know you.” The words were so soft and simple that for a second, the basement disappeared. My heart stumbled, and I looked away quickly, only to find Shaun watching us with the bland expression of a man pretending he had not heard.

He drank it down, tongue lapping every drop, he kept sucking my clit, fingers still pumping, drawing it out until my legs gave out. Tyler held me up, I pushed Dylan’s head away weakly. Dylan stood up slow, his face was shiny with my cum, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. His shorts were tented huge. Tyler’s too. They looked at each other for a second, some silent twin thing, then back at me. Tyler grabbed my hand. His grip was tight. “Our turn now.” He pulled me toward the basement stairs. My legs were jelly and I stumbled slightly.

And just like that, the shadows that lurked in the corners of her past seemed to recede for a moment. Chapter Eight: The Basement The basement door had always creaked the same way—long, slow, and aching, like it didn’t want to be opened. Lissa stood at the top of the stairs, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. It had been years since she’d stepped foot down there. Decades, even.