Elevator Hitch Fanart Novels & Stories

"They think we'll try to leave through the front or make a stand in the penthouse. They don't know about this elevator." "How do you know?" "Because I designed it that way. Built it into the renovation plans under a different contractor. Off the books." The elevator jolted slightly as it descended past the main lobby level. Lower. Into the subbasement. Elara's hand went to her pocket. The letter was still there. Safe. But would they be? The elevator slowed. Stopped. The doors opened onto a dimly lit parking garage. Concrete pillars cast long shadows. Flickering fluorescent lights made everything look sickly and unreal.

He then opened the elevator door and gestured for her to step in. The ride up was quiet and peaceful, accompanied by the soft humming of the elevator. Lena surveyed her reflection on the polished walls and took a good stare at how tired she was. Her hair was slightly out of shape from her earlier messy bun because of dark circles under her eyes, which were much more pronounced under the brightness of the elevator's interior lighting. She made a mental note to fix herself before doing anything else. At the other side of the elevator doors, the steward escorted her along a wide, thickly carpeted hallway with walls that displayed contemporary artworks, each piece of which was spotlighted with w

, said Ryan. He started moving noiselessly. Evelyn waited for some more time trying to grasp as many details needed and then followed him. Not more than two feet there was a large opening to the vent, sealed by a door. That was the end of the tunnel. Ryan tried to turn the lever as slowly as possible to avoid making any noise. To his delight the door opened smoothly, confirming his theory that this part was very recently built. Ryan opened the door to find it was right above the Elevator doors and was brightly lit. If they had to make a move it needed to be done very fast. Ryan signaled her to wait and slowly opened the door; he sighed in relief when none of the workers were looking at his s

I looked down at the screen to see a new text from Adrian. “Use elevator number three and bring your pretty ass over to the rooftop.” I glared at the screen. Fuck you, Adrian. I rushed toward the third elevator and pressed the button. The doors slid open instantly, and just as I stepped inside and pressed the button for the rooftop, the app must have been dialed up to a higher setting. A heavy, throbbing sensation hit me full force, making me groan out loud as the elevator began to rise. My knees went weak, and I had to press my back against the mirrored wall of the elevator just to stay upright while the intense pleasure washed over me.

Mateo was the first to step in, followed by the hiker. On the panel by the right hand side of the elevator door, there were no numbers. Just two red arrows going in opposite directions. The one facing up was blinking a crimson red color while the one facing downward was dead. The door slid close and immediately, the arrow facing downward started blinking red while the one facing up, went dead. Without them touching anything, the elevator started moving the moment the door locked up.

The office lights flickered again. A new corridor appeared between cubicles. At the end of it stood an elevator. Above the elevator doors, words glowed. SOURCE ARCHIVE. Haley clutched her stomach. "Why is there always an elevator?" Jack stepped toward it. The Hollowsmith grabbed his arm. "Do not trust direct routes." "Can we take an indirect elevator?" Haley raised a hand. "I vote stairs." A sign appeared beside them. STAIRS TEMPORARILY DISABLED FOR SAFETY.

Two of Kael’s wolves flanked him, growling. The elevator stopped at the 50th floor, and the doors slid open slowly. He was ready to pull the trigger, but the elevator was empty save for a wheelchair where a dummy in a suit sat. There was a note pinned to its chest. Cautiously, he approached the dummy and poked it. Nothing happened, so he grabbed the note. I AM NOT IN THE ELEVATOR. LOOK UP. Aser looked up. The access hatch in the ceiling of the elevator car was open, and pouring through it was a thick, gray smoke.

The elevator system blinked once. Then changed. Upstairs in the hallway, Sebastian watched the elevator indicator. Penthouse level. 8th floor. 7th floor. Suddenly the numbers stopped. Then changed direction. The elevator started going down. Daniel smiled slightly. “It worked.” But downstairs in the elevator, Vanessa looked at the panel calmly. She noticed the change immediately. Her lips curved into a faint smile. “So you’re playing games.” She tapped the small black case in her hand. “Interesting.” When the elevator reached the parking level, the doors slowly opened.

"He must have seen who is trying to open the elevator and opened it for you," "Thank you," I said hastily and got in. The elevator closed once I was in. The elevator rose. I expected it to open the way it did but instead, the back opened, "What the…!" I turned around and walked into the entryway. The tiled floor was silver and blue, and the walls were painted to perfection. The first side of the wall was painted to look like the northern lights, stars and birds included and the other side of the wall was the galaxy and a little girl sleeping in it with wings of stars fading into space. The tile had an arrow pointing the way. I followed the arrow to a bend and there was a typical art-house of

Turning back, my mouth opens wider as I see an elevator in the house. Like, seriously... “So, are we going inside with an elevator?” I ask no one in particular because I'm sure he won't reply to me if I direct the question to him. Killian enters, and I quickly follow him. As the elevator comes to a halt, I'm welcomed by a grand view of the living room. The walls are adorned with amazing artworks, which are definitely from a renowned and popular artist. A gleaming marble floor and plush cushions with throw pillows in the middle of the room. A sparkling, giant chandelier hangs overhead, with a grand piano at the side of the room. To the right entrance, there is a cozy sitting area, with armcha