Hellevator Stories Novels & Stories

~ Elara ~ The sixty-fourth floor of Helix Tower always felt a few degrees colder than the rest of the world. It wasn't just the air conditioning; it was the way the glass and steel seemed to swallow any sound that didn't have to do with profit margins or legal liabilities. As a junior employee, I had learned to navigate these hallways with my head down, keeping my footsteps light on the plush carpets. In this building, being noticed by someone like Gideon Moore usually meant you’d made a mistake that was about to cost you everything.

As if knowing what was on Grey's mind, Hela spoke again, with her coaxing voice, "Let's have coffee and talk like old friends. How about it?" "Okay, just for one cup of coffee." Hela smiled, her face looking pleased. She felt relieved that she could persuade Grey to come to her room. Hela and Grey entered the front door of the apartment. On the ground floor, they met a security guard who immediately recognized Grey and Hela. The security guard greeted them warmly. Hela and Grey rode the elevator to the top floor of the apartment. Hela wanted to have the top floor of the apartment where the view from the window was more beautiful. It wasn't difficult to get a unit in this luxurious apartment;

As much as I want to glimpse my fellow victims, I can’t even turn my head as I hang restrained by all the weird g-forces and the superfluous chains that smell of either rust or dried blood. There’s an elevator operator who calls out each floor, all of them going downwards and deeper to the true essence of terror. Only it doesn’t look like there are buttons to control the box; instead, the operator manipulates ropes that disappear into a hole in the ceiling. Eventually, no matter how hard my sanity refuses to accept it, the thing that’s carrying us proves to be less of a modern machine and more of a bucket in a well. Worse, what I thought were ropes leading to an unseen pulley overhead is loo

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.

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Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Once she regains her composure, she decided to send a text message to her boyfriend. "I'll be down in 10 mins..." she sent a message to David. After a few minutes, Julia stood up, slung her bag on her shoulder, and quickly made her way towards the elevator to meet up with David who's already waiting for her at the lobby... ============================== It was a normal office day for the Creative Department of the Montserrat Advertising company. Julia is now feeling restless because this is a very important day for her. This is the day wherein she's going to present her storyboard to their client.

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