Hellevator Stories Real Novels & Stories

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;

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?”

"We told you, we have always liked you. We were always planning on being with you when we turned eighteen. Sheila and Jackie were only to make you jealous so you would notice us." I stared at them as though they had just told me some secret information. I hadn't completely believed them until this moment. "I had no idea," I whispered. I never realized how many times I had caught them staring at me or showing up where I was for no reason. As I thought back, I realized, I had always loved them too. I was so jealous of seeing them with those two sluts. I had always wanted to see what they were doing and be around them. I had always loved the Hell Twins!

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

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

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

, and the floor vibrated and started shaking to move, it was declining downwards. Hellion was standing at the edge with her shoulders folded upon one another, while Sam and Murphy jumped by the sudden movements under their feet! They were hoping for the surprises to end, as each and every of it was freaking them out. Hellion cleared her throat calmly after having watched the show of scaring them to death, her lips twitched into a smile as she explained the behavior of the room drowning in this odd fashion, “This is an elevator actually, designed as a room, whoever hasn’t encountered this earlier, doesn’t know what to do here and certainly gets caught in this little room of wonders”.

His thumb strokes slowly, like a warning disguised as affection. We turn a corner, and then I see it. HELL UNDERGROUND . A club I’ve only heard about in whispers, late-night horror stories, rumors from flight attendants, stories so wild people swore it wasn’t real. A place where the rich go to sin. Where people disappear into back rooms and come out changed. Where the wrong look can get you dragged into a basement you’ll never leave. And now? I think I’m married to the owner.

Being a chef she is well prepared as if she is a professional spy or an undercover agent. They approached the sleek, glass elevator at the end of the hall, its doors beckoning them to step inside. As they entered, the elevator operator greeted them with a polite nod and pressed the button for the Opulent Heights Penthouse on the 100th floor. The doors closed, enclosing them in a small, mirrored space.

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-"