Cellar 13 Novels & Stories

A chill descended her spine. Rebecca produced a key from her pocket, her eyes fixed steadily on Silvia's face. "Consider this a temporary relocation, Silvia. Until you're able to behave accordingly." The creaking door led into a dark wine cellar. The walls had rows and rows of old, dusty bottles on shelves, and there was a smell of stale wine with every breath made. It was cold and moldy, as opposed to wherever else in the mansion, where the air was fresh and extravagant.

Kareem’s POV The cellar beneath Ricchezza Headquarters reeked of damp stone, concrete, old plastic cardboard. It was full of stored boxes, waiting to be unpacked. It was the kind of place where nobody was at this hour. Dim ceiling lights flickered, casting jagged pools of yellow across the concrete floor. Me and Nabil had dragged Tullio’s sorry ass down here, his tailored suit now a crumpled mess, his face already swelling from the rough handling.

—but she covered it quickly, clearing her throat and resuming her stirring. “Well,” she said, her tone lighter than her expression, “I suppose it’s that kind of evening for him.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but her voice sounded like she did. She wiped her hands and nodded for me to follow. I trailed behind her as she walked toward a narrow hallway at the back of the kitchen—a part of the mansion I hadn’t even noticed before. The further we went, the cooler the air became and the dimmer the lighting got. “The cellar isn’t exactly in plain sight,” Mrs. Grace explained. “Mr. Romano had it redone a few years ago. Very particular about his wines.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Opening it slowly to prevent making loud noises. "The basement is just around the corner i'll go first and check if there's anyone around." says Tessa. We waited for her signal and when the coast is clear we immediately run quietly. The wine cellar is located near the kitchen and the basement is just nearby. Tessa raised a hand making us stop from moving. There were voices in the living room it was King Zander, Elisa, Adam and the three elders. But none of those elders was the leader, elder Dameus. Have they done something to him? Thankfully they were facing at a different direction then Tessa ushered them to move quickly.

The heavy mechanism roared. A two-meter-thick lead-reinforced door slid open. She threw him inside. Then stepped in after him. The door slammed shut. Locked. The outside world—radiation, war, chaos—was gone. The cellar fell into complete darkness. Only the scent of aged oak barrels remained. And their uneven breathing. Alexander stumbled backward. All the way into the deepest corner of the wine racks. His back hit a shelf. Rows of expensive red wine collapsed. Glass shattered. Liquid spilled.

"Monsieur! Arrêtez! Please!" While the chaos unfolded, Sebastian slipped a keycard from a distracted guard’s belt with the skill of a pickpocket. He signaled Harper. They slipped through the "Staff Only" door, pushing Catherine’s wheelchair into the shadows. [The Wine Cellar] Down. Down. Down. The air grew cold and damp. The smell of old oak barrels and vinegar filled the winding stone corridor. They reached the Bouteillerie (The Bottle Room). It was dark, lit only by flickering emergency lights. Massive barrels of wine lined the walls, some dating back to the 19th century, covered in cobwebs.

Xavier As we get closer, that feeling of familiarity returns, and for some reason, I know where to go. “We can enter from the left side.” We run towards the entrance, which is a tunnel that leads to the cellar sealed with an iron door. I’m sure I have never been here, but this doorway says differently. It feels like I’ve been here before sneaking in. I know it leads to the wine cellar, though, so I must have been here before. The noise dies down as we shift back to human and pull the door open. There is a loud bang, but they shouldn’t hear it unless they are in the cellar. The cellar is covered in dust and empty bottles, probably raided by local teenagers looking for a good time.

Chloe took his hand, her skin tingling at his touch, and allowed him to lead her away from the bustling restaurant. The wine cellar was tucked away in a quiet corner, accessed by a narrow, winding staircase that led them deep into the belly of the building. As they descended, the sounds of the restaurant faded away, replaced by the muffled drip of condensation and the faint rustling of paper labels. The air grew cooler and damper, heavy with the scent of earth and aged wine.

Elise asked softly, seeking confirmation. Will, who was near the kitchen, gave her a puzzled look. “Yes, it’s in the basement near the kitchen,” he replied in a low voice, as if attuned to the oppressive atmosphere. In the dimly lit cellar, Elise searched for the right wine, focusing to steady her thoughts. She had worked as a waitress in a café and bar before, so selecting wine wasn’t unfamiliar. Yet tonight, everything felt different. The tension enveloping the house seemed to seep into every corner, gnawing at her mind.