Elevator Hitch Characters Novels & Stories

“Mr. Pierce, good to see you.” “Good to see you too. Just in case, hold all calls and I don’t want anyone disturbing me for the rest of tonight and tomorrow.” “Very good sir.” Charles walked past him to the elevators and once the doors opened, he got in. I quickly followed, turning around, my back against the wall. He pulled out a card and scanned it on the keycard reader. The elevator started to rise and when it hit fourteen, I furrowed my brow. The buttons only went to thirteen. At floor fifteen, the elevator doors dinged and opened up to an entrance. Charles walked out, striding to the right. Slowly, I walked out, taking in my surroundings.

I said over my shoulder. “Oh, okay. Then, I will just catch you later!” she said in return. We walked across the foyer until we went around the grand staircase. There sat the elevators. He pressed the up arrow and we waited for the doors to open. Once they were open, we stepped inside. Instead of numbers like normal elevators, there were both letters and numbers. It was numbered from 1 to 10 and lettered from A to Z. Xaden pressed the number C, and we moved up and then to my utter shock, which made me grab onto Xaden’s arm tightly, it started to move sideways.

“Okay.” Carissa led to the first floor, and before she got to the elevator, Rathnait quickly took five steps ahead and opened the elevator. Rathnait bowed her head for Carissa to go in first. They closed the elevator and Rathnait pressed the last floor button and the green activation bottom and it lifted them to the last floor. The elevator opened, and Rathnait notified. “Ma, we are there?” “Okay…” Carissa quickly feigned a smile and as she raised her head, her eyes went to the hall, and the first thing she saw was the smile on Kayden's face.

vn Under the gloomy light in the elevator, two silhouettes one big and one small, leaning close to each other, curled up in a corner in the elevator, they didn't say anything more, probably both waiting for help to arrive. "Near sir," the fire chief walked towards Carwyn, he stood up, looking expectantly at the fire chief. "We have thoroughly checked," Carwyn listened attentively as he explained, "The elevator is stuck between the 19th and 20th floors, moreover, the cable has broken in half, now only and less than half of the cables are still holding this elevator room, if less than half of this is also broken, the elevator immediately..." The fire chief did not continue to speak.

She grabbed them all, dropping them on the computer keyboard, and began straightening them. “Selma, keys.” I gritted with an icy stare. “Of course.” She beamed and gave me a spruce proximity card. “Have fun.” She sing-song, running fingers from the corner of her mouth to zip her lips. Mum's the word. Eddison led the way to the lift. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. We stepped out in the long dusty blue corridor and made a right turn on the brown hardwood floor. There came a carefree Elder Mitchell with a giggling twenty-year-old slim, black-haired omega girl clinging to his arms very suggestively. My brows rose in a surprised arc.

Ting—just as the elevator doors opened. Dhava and Matt went in first, but there was absolutely no sign of anyone wanting to join them. Makes Dhava look annoyed. He looked at Matthew with a murderous look. Matt quickly became nervous and went out with him. Pulls the hand of anyone that can be reached and by chance or bad luck, Hana's hand gets. "Argh!" Hana shouted in surprise when her hand was suddenly pulled. Hana's round beads got rounder when she saw the elevator doors were closed and she ended up with Dhava and Matt who just smirked.

⸻ The elevator stood open. Waiting. No one had called it. James frowned. “I don’t like that.” “I don’t think we’re supposed to.” Charlotte answered. She stepped inside first. James and Darrien exchanged a quick glance before following. The doors closed without anyone pressing a button. The elevator descended. Ten. Nine. Eight. Then… It kept going. James stared at the display. “There isn’t another level.” Seven disappeared. Then six. Then… The numbers vanished completely. The lights flickered.

Elias said. He stood by the door, listening to the distant, metallic groan of the service elevator as it climbed the thirty floors. The sound seemed to take an eternity, each click of the shaft gears sounding like a clock ticking down to zero. When the elevator finally chimed, the doors slid open to reveal a heavy, industrial plastic crate sitting on a rolling dolly. The night guard wasn't there; he had left the cart in the elevator, too intimidated by the Hawthorne name to step out onto the private floor after the disaster at the Pierre.

she replied, resting her head on his shoulder. The Final Handshake The quiet of the evening was interrupted not by a crisis, but by a visitor. The elevator chimed, and Arthur Vance stepped out, walking with a steady gait that defied the years he had spent in a hospital bed. Behind him was Evelyn Vanderwall. The two of them, once the faces of a tragedy that had nearly consumed their children, now moved with the quiet dignity of survivors.

The silence hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities and the potential for a connection that seemed both thrilling and dangerous. The elevator chimed softly, reminding them of the impending departure. Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as he debated whether to step inside or let the opportunity slip away. How had Veronica ended up in the same elevator? Was it mere coincidence, or was it fate playing a hand? Before either of them could utter a word, the elevator doors started closing again, threatening to separate them once more. Ethan's instincts kicked in, and he hurriedly stepped forward, extending his hand to stop the doors from shutting.