Elevators Lyrics Novels & Stories

Just as she began to think her signal in the elevator was too weak to place a call through, an annoyingly loud teenager proved her wrong, walking into the large steel box on the seventh floor while watching I*******m reels on his phone, which was connected to a small Bluetooth speaker dangling from his hip as he pushed the button for the 10th floor. Lola didn’t realize how low her battery was as she kept trying, until her phone ultimately gave up on her entirely. Exasperated beyond comprehension, she leaned on the reflective walls of the elevator, hoping that her trip across the city wasn’t in vain. After all she went through to get here, she could cause a nuclear meltdown if she found out G

"Go to the roof. Get the data to Case. I’m going up." Lydia didn't wait for an answer. She ran back to the elevator. She didn't use the buttons. She placed her hand on the control panel. The violet light flowed from her fingers into the circuitry. The elevator lurched, the numbers on the display spinning until they hit 101.

“This is it. One ride, then we’re out.” He leaned into me, exhausted. “Noah… I can barely… move…” “You can,” I said softly, brushing hair from his face. “Because I’m right here. I won’t let you fall.” The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. Every creak, every hum felt deafening in the quiet space. I held Adrian’s hand tightly, keeping him close. The doors closed, and we descended slowly, each floor taking forever. Suddenly, the elevator jolted. Lights flickered. My heart leapt into my throat.

He nearly worked himself to death for more than a month just to scrape together the money. Now, with time running out, he lunged at Byron, trying to grab the tickets. Byron dodged and held the lighter within a hair's breadth of the tickets. The edges of the tickets started to blacken. Everyone gasped, eyes wide in shock. No one dared to even breathe too loudly. Just then, a soft, girlish voice floated over. "Byron…" Lisa strolled in like she had all the time in the world, her pale face glowing with a lazy smile. She even pulled out a lipstick and touched up her lips as she walked.

"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—"

It was a profound moment of clarity, a beacon of hope that illuminated the darkness that had shrouded her every step. With newfound resolve, Evelyn's fingers moved with a purposeful urgency, the elevator's buttons pressed with a determination that matched the fire in her heart. The doors closed in a hushed whisper, sealing her away from the laboratory's clinical embrace. As the elevator began its ascent, a sense of urgency thrummed through her veins, her mind racing with the need to take action.

Since it was a female voice. The elevator played music after it started moving up. When I turned around, the elevator was glass again. This whole place was made with glass like we could see through the building. I could see the ground floor while being inside the elevator. Now I know why they call it Skyland corporation, it really makes me feel like I'm floating in the sky. Elevator stopped and a guy stepped in. It's the guy I shouted at. I turned and faced the opposite side of the door. Why does it always happen to me?

“What is this” I murmur, reaching out to touch the smooth surface just as she presses another button and the enclosure slides close making me panic. “Wow so you can speak… Oh well this strangely claustrophobic space we’re in, is called an elevator. It’s not going to hurt you. It just… takes us upstairs without using the stairs” “I prefer stairs” I mumble “What if we get locked in with no way out?” She chuckles “I’m getting too old to deal with stairs dear. And with all the dancers parading around, I figured this was safer—for you, at least. Wouldn’t want anyone harassing you along the way”

Wait, as I can recall someone made me smell a drowsy handkerchief which made me unconscious and now we’re here. I tried to feel our surroundings and I realized that the elevator never opens. I can’t even feel it moving. Lucifer suddenly moved as if he was about to be awakened so I looked at him and wait until he opened his eyes. “Where are we?” he asked while touching the back of his head. “Lucifer… I think w-we’re trapped inside an elevator?..” His eyes widened as soon as he heard what I said.“W-what?!!” He quickly stood up and looked around. “W-What the fuck?!” I also stood up and tried to push all the buttons of the elevator but it seems like it’s not working.

If you are not comfortable we will get out on the next floor. This idiot taking his revenge! And at the same moment, the elevator stopped with a ding. I looked around and we are the only people waiting to get in. After the people inside got out we stepped in. Zack plugged one of his earphones in my ear where soothing music is playing. He never left my hand and asked me to close my eyes and concentrate on the music. I heard the elevator making a ding sound and stopping many times in-between as people came in and went out. Each time Zack whispered next to me, "Keep your eyes closed and listen to the music."