Elevators Lyrics Novels & Stories

When I stepped into the elevator, he pressed the eighteenth floor button and quickly stepped out. "The elevator will take you straight to Nicolo's apartment." Was all Elijah said before the door closed, trapping me in the elevator all alone. I pressed my back against the mirror, trying to relax my burning lungs. My heart felt like it had dropped into my stomach as the elevator ascended, making my knees weaker. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched the number of the floors going up and up and up, until it finally stopped at the eighteenth floor, which, from the buttons of the elevator, was the top floor of the apartment building.

“You know, there’s something oddly romantic about elevators. The way they take you up and down, it’s like a metaphor for life.” I chuckled, captivated by her unique perspective. “Never thought of it that way. But with you, everything seems to take on a deeper meaning.” She nudged me playfully, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. “Smooth talker. So, what floor are we headed to today?” I glanced at the buttons, pretending to contemplate. “Hmm, let’s go to the floor where dreams come true.” Madison laughed, a melodic sound that resonated in the confined space. “Is that a specific floor, or are we just going to keep riding until we find it?”

he lets me know when we stand before the elevator and presses the button with the goal of getting it to the ground where we are. “She's your mate too,” I remind him, making a reluctant sound. I'm faking an exacerbation. You are significantly more abnormal and no one reprimands you. "You just did," he answered, testing me with his eyes. In the next second, the elevator dings and the entrances open before us. "Constrate, will you?" "You need to turn on the lights for Lyds," I submit, stepping into the metal box.

Soft melodic instrumental by saxophonist Kenny G. ‎The elevator rises. My ears pop. The city falls away below me. ‎ ‎When the doors open, I step into a hallway that smells like money and secrets. Thick carpet. Recessed lighting. The kind of silence that costs extra. ‎ ‎7B. ‎ ‎I slid the key into the lock. It turns like butter‎ opening the door as I step into someone else's life. ‎

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."

Javier followed them into the lift, and instead of going down, he pressed the button to go up. The elevator rose, infuriating Eliott. “What the hell?! I got things to do, you f*cking son of a b*tch! Why else would I let you stay in my vicinity for this long! Get as far away from me as possible!” he snarled. “If you want to get punched in the face, then wait your f*cking turn and choose some other time! If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll make time for a son of a b*tch like you—”

“Human Resources. Thirty-second floor. Elevators are right over there.” “Thank you.” Breathe. One step at a time. Elara stepped into the elevator, and every passing second suddenly felt like an eternity.

I said sarcastically to no one in particular, and they all ignored me anyway. Suddenly, the elevator lights were playing a game of hide and seek. The elevator started violently vibrating for a few minutes, before stopping suddenly. It was no longer moving. Glenn held the walls of the elevator, crying bitterly and shivering seriously. "I don't wanna die like this… Not in a goddamn elevator! Not just before I get married to the love of my life!" Martha, Ellen and Mila walked over to Glenn, and worked on calming her down. I just knew that I would rather combust, than stay in there with them. As spacious as the elevator was, it was still too tight a space to contain myself and the other girls.

Malcolm said in a doting tone. Marilyn rolled her eyes at him. She glanced at the elevator and was puzzled. "Malcolm, is the elevator broken? Why is it still on the first floor?" Marilyn said, pressing the upward button with her slender finger. The elevator did not lift up. They had been chatting just now, and Marilyn had forgotten to take a look at it. Malcolm went over to take a look. As expected, it was still on the first floor. He smiled and was complacent in his mind, "Lynn, you will never be able to defeat me."

At floor 107 he pulls out, sets me down, spins me again, and bends me over the narrow handrail that rings the capsule. One hand fists my invisible hair, the other spreads me wide, and he slams back in, fucking me so deep I feel him in my throat. The final ten floors are a blur of slamming hips, my moans, his curses, the wet sounds of my pussy taking every inch. At floor 109.5 the elevator slows. He pulls out at the last second, spins me to my knees, and comes with a roar that rattles the glass, thick ropes painting my invisible face, throat, breasts, stomach, dripping off me in long strands that catch the city lights like liquid diamonds.