Elevator Hitch Protag Novels & Stories

“Composite vessel. Multiple failed prototypes fused into one shell.” Z-04 added, tone grim: “Energy reading: unstable. Fragment count within: two.” Lena grabbed the railing so hard her knuckles whitened. “Two fragments… inside that?” Alexander scanned the chamber. “There a way down that doesn’t involve falling and dying horribly?” Elias pointed to a rusted platform elevator against the far wall. “That looks promising if it doesn’t collapse under us.” The creature snarled faintly, like it felt their presence. Lena’s chest tightened.

I growled, turning on my heel and sprinting toward the hub's primary exit, my long, powerful strides covering the distance in fractions of a second. "Negative, sir," Vance responded, a sharp warning tone chiming through the speakers. "The elevator terminal has been hit with a localized software injection from an external node. The command lines are jammed. The car is currently descending through level twenty-four at an uninhibited velocity. It will achieve ground floor termination in forty-two seconds."

Hendrix Finally, she was playing by my rules. Let her guard down long enough for me to trap her. Wear her down. Take that luscious pussy between her thighs and make her cry out my name. Reaching a hand toward the elevator's panel, I punched in my access code and the elevator pinged. Jostled us a tiny bit as we began to ascend. I'd had this elevator rigged to my liking. It was private and of use to only the penthouse tenant: me.

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!"

“Don’t move!” a rough voice shouted from above. His voice echoed inside the lift shaft. “We have the cargo lift trapped! Drop your weapons!” Leo and Julian screamed. Their little arms wrapped around my neck so tightly that I could hardly breathe. They shook badly as the lift made a weak metal sound beneath us. We were hanging between the sixty-fourth and sixty-fifth floors, held only by thick cables. The loud alarm kept ringing, making the small space feel even smaller.

He touched the food with one hand and saw that it was hot which made him nod his head with satisfaction. Finally, after driving for about ten minutes, the tall silver building of Helix soon came into view. He quickly drove to the car park and parked his car there before coming down with the paper bag in his hands. He didn’t bother entering the lobby today, instead he just walked to her private elevator and inserted the pin. Rachel had installed his fingerprints and also given him the pin to the private elevator, so it was not hard for him at all. Harris stepped into the elevator and waited patiently for the familiar beep and a few seconds later, it sounded, and the door to the elevator opene

"Answer!" "N-no, dear. You are always right. Always." "Good," she said, then walked out of Veronica's room, holding Veronica's cold sweaty little hand. "It would be much faster if we took the stairs," the man said as he finished locking the door to their apartment. "The elevator can be hacked by the system, and chances are that the enemies using the lift will be very high." "Whatever. I trust you," she said, tightening her grip on her sister, who was trying to affirm that she was all right.

Confused, Larissa wanted to know why, but she held back and did not ask. They kept walking forward until they stopped before a single elevator. It was stuck on the first floor, and the number never changed. "This is Mr. Rogers' private elevator," Dylan explained. "It can only be unlocked with his fingerprint." Kevan placed his right pointer finger on the fingerprint reader near the elevator doors, and they opened with a ding. The group entered the elevator at once, and Kevan pressed the button for the 45th floor before retreating to the corner of the car.

– Tsuki said. - I didn't expect it to be easy. – Jung said. - It's a trap anyway. – Tsuki said. When they saw that the place was submerged, they realized that they had reached the bottom, amidst opening the door on the opposite side of the elevator, swimming out of the elevator, in which they saw several corpses hanging around between hooks and cages. Scrolling through several spears from top to bottom, which they realized were scattered skeletons of bodies scattered, above them, as they climbed towards a railing, right there on a ramp, was one of the immortal henchmen between the platforms above them, the waiting.

Ahead is a lone structure that resembles an elevator, notwithstanding the grotto of rock that appears to have thrust out of the earth and wraps around the frame of its doors. Robbing me of even a moment’s reprieve, the precarious stage begins to shake and the elevator doors hiss apart. Out of the yawning blackness, chains fly forth as though carried by invisible harpoons. They pierce the edges of my neck, wrists and thighs, and then bloom at the exit wounds into mini-grappling hooks that secure their catch and drag me writhing and screaming into the dark maw.