Hellevator Stories Novels & Stories

He pulled me close. "You idiot," he whispered into my ear. "You just burned forty million dollars." "I burned the leash, Caleb." I wiped the blood and water from my eyes. "Now we're both in the gutter. Let's see who survives the fall." The helicopter circled. The spotlight cut through the mist, searching for us. "The stairs," Caleb said. He pulled me up. "If we get to the basement, we can—" The floor beneath us gave way. We fell. Not into fire, but into the darkness of the elevator shaft.

A middle-aged woman catches the shirt tail of Gangster number three who has wavered between saving his boss and his own hide. The members of the Transmigration Bureau aren’t as lucky. Spinstra has had the foresight to steal into Death’s office and, with her vile accomplice Kharon, massacres the clueless Helter-Skeltals along the way. Upon reaching Hell’s Helm, they then ambush the preoccupied reapers, stabbing one in the back, slicing another’s throat and impaling the third with a sword shaped like a giant insect’s mandible.

The freezing, violent wind of the Manhattan night sky instantly swallowed them. Lucian's heavy combat boots cleared the shattered edge of the 80th floor. For one agonizing, suspended fraction of a second, there was absolutely nothing beneath them but eighty stories of dead, pitch black city. The apocalyptic roar of the collapsing boardroom faded, replaced entirely by the deafening shriek of the stealth helicopter's twin rotors violently fighting the thermal updraft. Lucian did not look down. His massive arms were locked in a crushing, impenetrable vice around Zara, burying her face completely into the heavy kevlar of his tactical vest.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

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Nick grabbed her bag, and they went out of the french doors, across the garden to the waiting helicopter. Nick helped Millie into her seat and put the headphones on her. He got into the seat beside her, and seconds later Gabriel got into the other seat. Millie thought flying was terrific she couldn't help laughing as the cars and people reduced to ants. They guys kept pointing things out to her, and it wasn't long until they arrived at Battersea Helipad, and within twenty minutes they were home. They got settled around the kitchen table with sandwiches and coffee. Nick had gone quiet again, and she still didn't know why they had come back here.

I instinctively had a feeling that somehow this cabinet could house my passport to freedom. The room was sparsely furnished . A bed, cabinet, ladder ,washing bowl ,towel were all the furnishing I could see in this dimly lit room . After rushing through the packed lunch and changing my clothes I picked up the ladder . I spread out the two legs of this ladder so it could stand, climbed up and looked through the window at the free world outside. I watched the sun gradually imerging in the sky . There seemed a lot of wind blowing that morning . I saw the dry leaves floating around as the wind blew fiercely. These leaves being blown around included mostly dry but also green leaves I felt bit

"The broadcast is still live on the building's external screens. If we show the world those papers, Sterling can't spin it as a hack. It becomes a confession." ​They climbed. The higher they went, the thinner the air felt, the pressure of the conspiracy pushing against them. On the 50th floor, they emerged onto the helipad. The wind was a violent, screaming force, whipping Elena’s hair across her face as the city lights twinkled below, indifferent to the war happening in the sky. ​The helicopter was idling, its blades a rhythmic thrum that shook the very foundation of the building. Standing by the open door was Claire Vance.