Columbine Basement Tapes

The fortune-teller said that Olivia was born to be spoiled. Olivia didn't believe it until one day she inadvertently forsaw that the poor man next door who had been abused by his own mother would be a powerful and overbearing president; the miserable pregnant woman downstairs would be the wife of the cold president; the hungry young man in the basement became a superstar movie star; and most importantly, the man who carried bricks on the construction site turned out to be an overbearing president of amnesia. In the end, she found that she seemed to be...

For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family’s house accused of killing her own mother. She’s beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he’s been looking for several years now.

The vampire Phil is too frail to put up much of a struggle against the monster that has him enslaved since he is being held hostage in a basement dungeon and encased in silver chains. She has drained his precious blood like a fountain of youth over the course of many years, and she has sustained him with human ladies who she has captured specifically for his enjoyment. Yet with the most recent victim that she brings him, he detects an intriguingly unusual quality about them. Something that could be harmful but would be hard to resist.

Alex, get up!”
A sharp slap to the leg.
“You think we’re running a daycare down here?”
Fifteen-year-old Alex scrambled out of her pile of thin blankets on the basement floor, eyes wide, limbs sore. Another day, another list of chores. Cooking. Cleaning. Smiles for those who kicked her. Silence for those who didn’t see her at all.
Upstairs…laughter, Alpha Cole’s family was having breakfast. She could smell the cinnamon.
Down here? Mold. Dust. And the quiet ache of a girl who didn’t know she was born to change the world.

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

"Daddy, who is the pale woman tied up in your room?" Deanna was a nurse at one of the hospitals in the city center. One night, Deanna was kidnapped by the mafia because she heard something she shouldn't have known about the two mafia syndicates. The 24-year-old woman was tied up again in the basement by the cruel mafia leader. Three days later was Selena's birthday, Meazus's eight-year-old daughter. She asked that Deanna be released as a birthday present to Meazus. "Daddy." Selena held Meazus's big hand. "Don't you want a new wife for yourself? I said that because I want a mother."

The seven Jennings sisters were all born unusually fertile, while I was born extremely virile. My grandmother wanted me to marry a woman with high fertility so we could have lots of kids and thrive as a family. In my previous life, I followed her wishes and chose Kara Jennings. But she joined forces with her six sisters to steal my family estate, locked me in a basement, and tortured me until I died. Now that I had come back to life on the day I had a banquet to announce my bride-to-be, I chose Michelle Cooper, the powerful CEO rumored to be sickly and infertile...

My husband was tall and handsome, but he had no money to pay his debts. During the five years of our marriage, I sold my house and car for him. We then moved to a dark and humid basement that was only 300 square feet in size. When I got pregnant, I wanted to go for checkups, but he said that there was no need for it, as it was a waste of money. So I gave birth to a baby with a congenital heart condition. In order to get the money for his surgery, I worked three jobs every day. At that time, I noticed that my husband bought a mansion worth 40 million dollars for an influencer, and I finally realized that my husband was no orphan, but the son of the richest man in the country.

After my husband's death, I retained all his personal accounts and our marriage certificate. Since then, Chuck Smith had been wooing me persistently, declaring that he would give me all his love to overcome the pain of loss. He would search the entire city for some sweets that I mentioned on a whim, and he deleted every woman's number from his phone while keeping me updated on his location in real time. But just as his feelings reached me, and I was ready to marry him, I found Chuck getting frisky with his new secretary in the basement parking lot…

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.