Basement Yard Fanfic Novels & Stories

"I'm the 'help' that had to scrub your future Gamma's teeth off the basement floor after our unawakened female got done with him. If you want to see what's left of your boy, follow me. If you want to posture and growl, do it in the driveway. I have a schedule to keep." ​I turn on my heel, not waiting for their permission, and lead them into the house. The heavy, sour scent of their discomfort fills the grand hallway. We descend the back stairs into the silver-lined depths of the ΦΟΜ basement, the air growing colder and damper with every step. ​As we reach the heavy, reinforced steel door at the end of the hall, I pause, looking back over my shoulder at the Alpha.

Baz gets out of the car. Staying low and running fast the boys sneak behind the school to find the basement window that leads to the storage room, Baz climbs in first then followed by Damien. "Stay quiet," Baz says as he looks for the ladder When they find it Damien says "there's no fucking way that'll fit out the window" "Which one of us has done this before again?" Not answering Damien watches Baz drag the ladder back to the window, as he's trying to push it out the window Baz turns to the boy "you gonna help or what?" Damien helps him push it out then they climb out.

I'm going to transform the basement into a lively extension of the mansion so the royal family can relax here while they take turns visiting and talking to Alpha Jayden. I was in deep thoughts when the door to the basement opened and someone was coming down the stairs. It's not Alpha Jett, it was Shirley and Augusta. I groaned in annoyance. What are these annoying girls doing here? They don't belong here. "So this is where they will imprison Alpha Jayden? Where's his room?" Augusta asked, looking at me like she owned the place. The audacity of this woman! I don't like their intrusions at all. I want them to leave the basement ASAP!

“Yes, princess, I have taken you, but I would more say that you have given yourself to me.” I phone in for Jax to get the basement ready, I never thought I would have a use for the thing in the first place, yet I knew that it would one day come in handy. Okay, let us be honest here, it is more like a room, and perhaps it would have been one of those rooms that you do not really speak of. Well, my favorite part would be tying this little vixen up while having my way with her. Guess now I can only fantasize about it.

"Bring it on." It's not long before Janoir and Nicholas reach the end of the stairs, chatting here and there between heavy breathing that came from running. Janoir can see Nicholas grinning from ear to ear, way too happy in the circumstance they're in. Nicholas slows down after a few minutes, smile dropping along with the atmosphere. Janoir feels Nicholas getting cold, sees him grip one of the railings aggressively. "I don't sense him." "Nicholas..." Janoir whispers at the taller male, signaling to a room at the very end, metal doors rusty and noisy as it swings with the air. Compared to the beautiful front Dellancy manor has presented, the basement is utterly frightening down to the very la

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Release Vanessa's POV The basement was colder than usual, the stale air hanging thick with the scent of dust and the remnants of something I couldn't quite place. I had hoped this would be over quickly, that it would be just another night of thrill, but the reality of what we had done was beginning to sink in. I glanced over at Rachel, pacing in front of Stephanie, her eyes narrowed and cold, a predatory glint that sent a shiver down my spine.

The place had just been renovated but it was done fast, the work must not be perfect although I was assured by Josefa that she checked the whole place. After I put on a clean T-shirt and slightly loose gym shorts I decided to get out of the room to head to the basement. There are traces of her scent in the air starting with the stairs and across the wide living room. I clenched my teeth as I took the door leading down to the basement. At least the air inside the closed room is free of her floral vanilla scent that raptures inside my nostrils. "Josefa." I know it is too early to be calling on her but I must speak with her through the mind link.

If only he had an idea about who he was dealing with, then he wouldn’t have decided to go ahead on this cold war with me. Because in the end, he was doomed to fail. Averting my gaze from him, I placed a call through Aiden. “Are you ready, cousin? Have you found out about anything?” Aiden’s voice came from the other line. “With the secret cameras set over the place, I haven’t discovered anything yet. However, there is something off, I can see some women trooping into the basement. They look more like stylists” “There is a basement?!!” I sounded alarmed.

Before I could even react, his hands were on my jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them down my legs along with my underwear. ​The cool air hit my bare skin. I was completely exposed in the hallway. ​"You think you can just run off to that little boy whenever you get mad at me?" Vance taunted, stepping directly between my thighs. ​He unzipped his own pants. I didn't even have a second to brace myself before he grabbed my hips, lifted me slightly, and slammed his heavy c**k deep inside me. ​A sharp, breathless gasp tore out of my mouth.