Hellevator Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

The woman was about to protest but the man just gestured her to keep quiet. He tsked before following him. They entered the private elevator and the man beside him suddenly felt uneasy. He just ignored him remained serious. When the elevator suddenly move, Helios cursed. "What the fuck is that? Are we flying or what?!" he asked the man beside him. He don't know what is happening since he got locked inside the mountaon for too long and all is new to him. "S-Sir... I'm sorry. Sir Helion's office is at the topmost floor of this building so-"

The maid was clearly taken aback, answering with a trembling voice as she said " it's the fifth day of the seventh month of the 594th year of the calendar Miss." 594th year? How could that be? that's 10 years before my life became a total mess and I was executed, she thought to herself. "Get me a mirror quickly ", she commanded as she stared at her little hands and touched her face and neck. Remembering the chills she felt moments before her head became detached from her body. And more so, remembering the utter bastard that had caused her untimely death. Grabbing the mirror and staring at her now 10 year old self, she stared in awe and excitement at this second chance she had been given. She

Lelia asked Henry. "What floor is your office on?" Henry asked her "On the 35th floor," Lelia replied with a smile "For me, you will walk up the stairs to the 35th floor?" Henry asked her in surprise "I have no problem. I have a lot of experience climbing mountains. It is no problem for me to walk up to the 35th floor. Now you tell me. Do you have any problem getting into the elevator?" Lelia asked him again

Hmp! Nasa kalagitnaan na siya ng lobby sa ground floor nang may dumating na ambulansiya. Tumambad sa harapan niya ang dalawang lalaki na may buhat na isang matandang lalaking nakahiga sa stretcher.

Dex screamed. I looked around, he had been right next to me. I heard snarls as I turned heading to the door. I fumbled with the door, it finally opened! I ran through it trying to get away from whatever was happening. I ran towards the stairs, I could hear the howls getting closer. My foot caught on something, and I fell forward. "No!" I screamed as I tumbled down the staircase. I hit the ground hard at the bottom. The room was spinning. Something warm and sticky ran down my face. I knew it was blood. I tried to stand but my leg wouldn't hold my weight. I fell to the floor. I tried to crawl but I couldn't seem to balance.

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

"So we just sit here? We wait for the lights to go out?" "The lights aren't going out." I walked toward the bookshelf, pulling a leather-bound copy of Gray’s Anatomy. Behind it was a small, biometric scanner. I pressed my thumb to the glass. A soft hiss filled the room. The entire back wall of the study shifted, sliding back to reveal a gleaming steel elevator. "Get in." "What is this?" Richard frowned, but he followed me. "My insurance policy." The elevator dropped fast. Too fast. It made my stomach lurch, a familiar sickness that had nothing to do with the booze. We descended past the basement, past the old tunnels Richard knew, and into a floor that didn't exist on any blueprint of the Ha

We stopped in front of it. 60 stories. All windows. The kind of building that had its own ZIP code. A doorman opened my door before my hand reached it. “Mr. Sterling,” he said. His eyes dropped to Lila, to the carrier, to me. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t stare. “Good evening.” “Penthouse,” Kael said. The elevator was glass. I froze. “Ms. Mbeki?”

I ask as we ride up to the twelfth floor. "I'm fine." That's code for she's hungry but doesn't want to put me out. We exit the elevator, and I carry her down the hall to my apartment. It's at the end of the hall. Sasha again tries to get down, but I don't let her. I push the code on the door, and it slides open. For once, I'm thankful for their modern technology when it comes to the doors. I carry her inside and sit her on the black leather couch. I feel like I can breathe now that I have her inside, and it’s just the two of us. I have my mate.