Elevator Hitch Fanart Novels & Stories

“Zoom in. That guy—he’s wearing a technician’s uniform, but I don’t recognize his face.” “Send this to Marcus. Track him. I want to know who he is,” Hunter ordered. “But sir… what about the elevator?” “If you can’t override it through the system, then open it manually!” --- Not long after, two engineers pried open the elevator doors on the eighth floor with heavy tools. Slowly, the doors creaked apart, revealing Evalina slumped on the floor. Hunter appeared behind the engineers and jumped down into the lift. “Evalina!” he called out, rushing toward her.

Jomin led me to a gold-plated elevator with the letters 'EJ' engraved on the door. EJ? Eavon June? I thought to myself. His name sounds familiar... Jomin pressed a button, and the elevator arrived in a second. The doors opened to reveal a uniformed elevator attendant sitting on a stool. The attendant smiled and greeted us warmly. The inside of the elevator was stunning, with reflective walls that mirrored everything, and a luxurious scent filled the air. I noticed the buttons the attendant was pressing—most were for the different floors, but the very top one had a single letter: P.

The foul-mouthed guy got back on his feet and moved on to the next corridor. ‘Lets part now,’ Elky whispered in my ear. And so we did. I just melted away into the dim light, and Elky Jennings stepped on to the grilled landing, slipping on slimed concrete floor before it. There was a low dirty railing next to the grilled panels that he managed to grab on his way down. A sleepy guard leaned to the wall in a far corner. Elky froze. He was in two minds shooting the guard dead: it could be a noisy affair. A few minutes had past until the guard’s walkie-talkie came to life. He listened to it half-ear, without much enthusiasm on display, unplastered his butt from the rocky wall and went away, swear

I quickly pressed the elevator button for the door to close and move. "Fuck! This elevator is stuck. What should I do?" I kept pressing the button, but the door still wouldn't close. "Calm down, Casey," Isaac said breathlessly and with pain. "Calm yourself and think. Try pressing all the buttons. Maybe we got lucky with one of them." "All buttons?" I really pressed them one by one. Miraculously, the elevator begins to close but with the symbol pointing upwards. "Why is this elevator going up? We have to get down!"

It saw them as a contaminant to be incinerated. She reached out and pressed her palm against the control panel. She didn't think about code or commands. She thought about the diner. She thought about slamming a door shut against a storm. Stop! she commanded. The elevator groaned. The cables strained. The Disposal text fought back. It flashed red before vanishing. The display glowed a soft gold. DESTINATION: FREEDOM. The elevator lurched upward. It bypassed the loading dock. Climbed higher than the hospital floors.

So she took a lift, she selected the nineteenth floor while scanning her card. Whenever staff enters the elevator they have to scan their Identification card, the elevator only permits them up to four floors from there. Saanvi was on the eighth floor, so she only has access up to the twelfth floor. But Saanvi doesn't know about that so she clicks on nineteenth directly. But the elevator stopped at the twelfth floor, she walked out of the elevator, she saw the board twelfth floor. So, she asked someone "I click on the nineteenth floor, how come I am here?"

My mind imagines him in a white flannel shirt, and sleeves rolled up. That sight... I entered the elevator and seconds in, some men walked in. Glued to my phone screen, their shiny spotless shoes caught my attention. And then, the designer. I heard myself gulp. Inching away without looking up, my back hit the edge and stayed still. When the elevator dinged without getting to the eighth floor, my brows knitted my astonishment. Peerless in steps, his back gives off the Roman vibes, but he has a tattoo at the back of his neck. Slightly visible above the collar.

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.