Cellar 13 Novels & Stories

Eventually, the concrete gives way to old, red brick, slick with moss. "This leads to the sub-basement. The wine cellars." I stop at a heavy wooden door banded with iron and press my ear against it. No sound from the other side. I try the handle. Locked. Kaleb fishes a pick out of his utility belt and in less than five seconds the door clicks open. The cellar smells like unwashed bodies and fear. Not at all what I’m used to down here. "Movement," Kaleb signals, raising his rifle. We creep forward, weaving through the racks.

The gentle large black curls paired with a natural makeup made her look like a goddess. Her clean white shirt, paired with light blue cropped pants, and a light blue woolen coat, accentuated her divine temperament. The pair of silver strappy heels on her feet highlighted her fair legs and slender ankles. *** On the other side, inside the wine cellar of the three-story Garden Mansion, Stanley, Henry, Sebastian, and Gary were perched in front of a rosewood counter. Each man had a glass of rich red wine in front of them. The wine cellar behind them was about two hundred square meters wide. Various expensive red wines of different years and different brands laid on the premium wine rack made fro

unless you give me the password of your wine cellar in exchange. There were many bottles with quality wine in Nathan's wine cellar, but it came with top notch security where the passcode would change on an hourly basis. To enter the cellar, Rex would need to obtain the latest passcode from Nathan himself. The wine cellar had always been Rex's goal. Not only were there bottles of good quality wine, but there were also those which had been passed down from Old master Clemon. Classic Lafite, French Cheval Blanc, and many others, making it a heaven for Rex.

He chose fire because he lacks the courage to face me. ​I carry Isabella. She grips the suitcase. She is stubborn. She is a Vane. She keeps her leverage even while she chokes. ​I feel a pang of insecurity. Does she want me? Or does she want the man who can save her assets? I push the thought away. ​"The back exit is blocked," Felix reports through the earbud. ​"The wine cellar," Isabella directs. "There is a tunnel." ​We run. The floor is hot through my boots. We reach the cellar. The air smells of oak. Isabella pulls a specific bottle of Bordeaux. The wall swivels.

once I noticed the hurt looks on his face, I started to feel really guilty and stopped broadcasting details of my nights out. One night, when I returned home from a night out with friends, he was in the living room with Gabriel and dad chatting away. I greeted them and headed to the kitchen for some water. I could feel Alex’s gaze burning into me. He casually excused himself and came into the kitchen. All he said in that sexy deep voice of his was that we needed to talk but not at my home. He asked if I could meet him at his place the following day, and I just nodded yes and retired to my room. I couldn’t sleep that night as my mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts of him. The next mor

Charlie had initially thought that the cellar would be a very small space, but he never would have expected it to actually be a completely different world. There were two rooms in the cellar. The outer room was about twenty square meters, and there were four soldiers standing guard here. There was another wall as well as a big iron door without any windows inside. Charlie could sense that there were another eight people inside. It had to be Autumn and her friends. Faizal asked someone to close the door that they had just entered at this moment. After that, he looked at Charlie as he wondered what other instructions the latter would have for him next.

he added as he outstretched a hand for her. Eleonna hummed in confusion as she looked at Audella. She shook hands with him as a gratitude and smiled. "Thank you," The male ushered for her to follow him and she did. He took her to the mini counter beside the ring. Now that she got a better look of the pictures that was pinned there, she noticed it was all just random symbols and places. Mace opened one of the cellar's cabinet and clicked a certain bottles which surprisingly was a password for a hidden room. Eleonna was shocked to see that the whole wine cellar moved aside and made a way for them. She looked at it in awe which made Mace chuckle.

I said with a grin, gesturing for Chris to head down the steep, narrow steps into the dimly lit brick-walled cellar below. To his credit, he barely blinked at the musty, earthy aroma that always hung thick in the air down here. His nose did wrinkle slightly, though, when his gaze landed on the large open tubs where the grapes were mashed and left to steep, their rich purple juice splashed along the walls and floor. “Cozy,” was all he said, shooting me a sidelong look. “So how does this work exactly?”

"Will you show me?" "I will tell you the way. I am too old to be running through tunnels." She pulled a piece of paper from her apron and began sketching a rough map. "Listen carefully. Take the service corridor behind the pantry, third door on the left leads down. Follow the passage until you reach a junction then go right. The left path leads to the old wine cellars and has collapsed but keep going until you smell fresh air. The exit comes out behind a tanner's shop."

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.