Elevators Lyrics Novels & Stories

Elliot’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s vague.” “It’s intentional.” Elliot glanced at him. “You know what it is.” “Yes.” “Then say it.” A beat. “The elevators are cycling.” Elliot went still. “That’s not possible.” “They shouldn’t be active without command.” “Exactly.” Another vibration rolled through the structure. Stronger this time. Elliot took a slow step back. “It’s not just here.” “No.” “It’s everywhere.” “Yes.” The word settled heavy. Elliot turned slightly, scanning the rooftop like something else might move next.

It looks so cool and feels so smooth and heavier than I thought, like it’s whispering: yep, you’re really doing this. “You’ll be heading to the thirty-nineth floor,” the receptionist says, all calm and eloquent. “Take any of those and press thirty-nine.” she instructs as she points toward a row of elevators. I nod, thank her and head towards the elevator. Inside, I press the button, and the tiny glow beneath my fingertip feels like a switch flipping in my life. The elevator hums softly as it climbs higher and higher, the numbers ticking upward in a countdown.

He nodded meaningfully to see that the hotel cleaners were doing their cleaning job perfectly. The doors of the elevator were about to slide close when Jesse pressed the button to the top floor, and it was interrupted as a child ran in and beckoned another child to follow her in. A woman too proceeded into the elevator to join them, before the doors finally slid closed and the elevator smoothly began to ascend. "You are sure I didn't pass the flu to you, Evan?" Autumn asked her brother as the elevator moved up, and he shook his head in disapproval and just patted her head.

It was on a sunny Thursday afternoon, after school hours, Ebuka was waiting for the family driver to come and pick him up, he sat on a chair under a big tree which acted as shade for the students, few students were remaining in the school as most of the student had gone home including his friends, so he sat under the tree waiting for the driver, his attention drifted to four girls playing "Suwe" under another tree that was some distance away from where he was, it was then that he saw Rose, she was so beautiful, he had never seen such a beauty, he wondered why he had not seen her before, he couldn't stop staring at her, just then the driver arrived.

“I did, because continuing to deny what I have not even been able to deny to myself would have made the conversation pointless.” Eva kept looking at me, and something warmer entered her eyes and they dimmed, suddenly filled with the desire she always roamed about with. I tried to turn my attention to the other side, but the elevator suddenly dropped before either of us could say another word. She grabbed the rail while I braced myself against the wall, and a metallic groan came from somewhere above us before the car stopped between floors and the lights dimmed. I tested the emergency button, but nothing answered.

“Because when we step out of that elevator, every man in the room is going to see my marks on your neck and know exactly who you belong to.” She rocks her hips once against my hand, breath shaky. “You’re impossible.” “And you love it when I’m impossible.” ***** The private elevator doors slide shut behind us. Glass walls on three sides, Manhattan sprawling below like a glittering trap. Just me and her. No guards. No capos. No Viktor. We start rising. I slam my hand on the emergency stop button. The lights dim to a low red glow. A soft chime sounds, then silence except for our breathing.

David's words were as light as the wind, but she sounded like waves. 'I got stuck in the elevator. Am I not allowed to go out?' Ella thought fearfully. She tugged on David's shirt, her voice beginning to sniffle. “What are we supposed to do? I don't want to be in here, think quickly." She banged on the door, screaming. “Help us, someone is stuck in the elevator, come and save us…” "It's no use, no matter how loudly you shout or bang on the door, no one will listen." David said calmly.

Jun pressed the number eleven button then stepped out. My breathing quickened as soon as the door closed in front of me. My heartbeat thudded violently when the elevator lifted up with a light humming. The new song from the pop artist with big boobs and big butt played, though I was not into pop, it made me relax a little bit. I was mentally counting as the number button lit up. Eight. Nine. Ten, then my breathing stopped. Eleven. Ding!

Finally, I would be alone, a chance to release the torrent of emotions I had been holding back. Lily led the way, and I followed her out of the dining room. The house was vast and maze-like, with corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly. We approached an elevator, its doors sleek and modern. I stepped inside, and Lily joined me, pressing the button for the sixth floor. The interior of the elevator was stunning, with mirrored walls that reflected our images from all sides. The light was soft, casting a warm glow that highlighted the intricate details of the space. I could see my reflection clearly; my eyes looked tired, the weight of the day's events evident in their drowsy appearance.

"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.