Elevator Hitch Fanart Novels & Stories

Nodding at him, I rushed to take the elevator, hyper-aware that it was already thirty minutes past 6. A sudden chill hit me as I walked along the passage, my eyes adjusting to the bright flickering lights. My lips curved in a smile as I noticed the handmade nameplate displayed next to the elevator. It was my sister’s art project that she could stop not raving about. My dad’s doing. He was so proud of his daughter and the only way to show that was to personally screw the nameplate at the very elevator that took to the main entrance of our house.

She decides to ride the elevator for storage so she can talk to the crew. The crew pushes the wheeled rack inside the elevator with a series of thanks yous to Krystal –for doing something bare minimum, a human decency act like pushing elevator buttons– and enter the elevator while Krystal enters last. She punches the number 5 button lightly. Repair department is in floor 3. Behind her, the crew exchange looks and Krystal ignores the reflection on the slevator wall. "Send them to art department. I'll check on them later. Anyone has scissor in you?"

Eloise and Maddox are waiting somewhere above me, hidden from our enemies’ eyes and reach. Jackson and I slide through one of the elevators. Jackson presses the number ‘55’. The elevator ascends with a quiet grace, gliding smoothly upward. As I stand, my back leaning against the mirrored wall, I breathe with happiness coursing through my veins like a relentless tide. Every floor that passes brings me closer to the moment I’ve been yearning for with a fervor that defies the usual composed exterior of a CEO or an Alpha. My heart drums with each second that ticks by, the elegant numbers on the digital display counting up to the floor where Eloise and Maddox await me. The anticipation is a sweet

*Ding* The doors to the elevator opened to reveal the basement. It was not dark and gloomy like one would have thought but was a room that was brightly lit with elegant paintings decorating the walls. Part of the room was littered with equipment and tools for training, while the other half of the room had a large bed and some furniture. Seated on the bed was the man who had felled the dangerous Asmodeus and had driven the Herald of Lucifer back, Kaspian, and next to him was the woman who gave him the strength to resist Asmodeus’ charms, Kathy. The eyes of the two lit up when they saw the elevator doors open, and Kaspian could not help but smile when he saw the two men who were stepping out o

ELARA POV The elevator climbed in a silence so heavy it felt like the air had been sucked out of the small space. I watched the floor numbers flicker on the display—70, 71, 72—my heart thumping in time with the soft mechanical hum. Beside me, Alaric stood perfectly still. He had loosened his collar earlier, but he still looked like a man made of stone. The scent of his cologne, a mix of rain-soaked wood and expensive leather, filled the small space, making my head spin. Every time the elevator jolted slightly, our shoulders brushed, sending a jolt through my skin that had nothing to do with the gala.

He was out of balance, his head rolling back against my shoulder. "I have you," I said. I hooked my arm under his thighs, lifting him against my chest. He was a guy, an NHL center, but he felt light to me. I stepped into the elevator, slamming the button for the penthouse floor. The doors shut, cutting off the shouting from the garage. The elevator rose in silence. The digital floor indicator counted up to forty-four. The honey smell from Elliot's collar got stronger. It meant he was in heat. It was a strong signal. My own cedar scent flared up a heavy wall of pine that filled the elevator.

His sweet nature somehow comforted her, she felt like she was in a safe place. “This way please, Ms. Knox, Mr. Love had been expecting you,” he nodded to the driver who didn’t say a single word, and led the way through an electronically locked door into an elevator. The ceiling of the lift was decorated with what looked like Michaelangelo’s theme painting. There were 6 buttons on the elevator, and Harold pressed the one on top. When the elevator door opened, they entered a wide corridor lined with double doors on each side. Huge paintings on the walls, the floors were lined with Persian carpet, and there was not a single window on all side of the walls.

"I know where I don't feel anything." Tirana followed Claros - Vayu as he confidently went in to the elevator like he actually owned the place. He clicked on the B89 button on the elevator and it made a loud ding. The metal box slightly creaked as it descended down below, into the B89 floor that was labeled as Paradise.

"Penthouse. The elevator will require your fingerprint." "My fingerprint?" "Mr. Vane is... particular." I glanced at the elevator. At the small scanner beside it. At the trap I was walking into. Last chance to turn back. I pressed my finger to the scanner. The doors opened. --- The elevator rose in silence. No music. No announcements. Just the soft hum of machinery and my own heartbeat, loud in my ears. Adam's voice: "You're almost there. I'm tracking your signal. If anything feels wrong—"

Hayden said softly to me. “I see…” I whispered back. I guessed he was right. When we got into the elevator, I was shocked at the number of buttons that were inside. So, which floor are we going to exactly? Hayden just stood there as the elevator ascended upwards. The elevator stopped at designated floors and people got off and got in. “Hayden, which floor are we going to?” I asked. “71st floor” Hayden whispered into my ear. “Ok…wait…there’s no button for the 71st floor…” I said with confusion after I had failed to find the button with 71 written on it.