Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

Luciano stripped the radio from the first guard, clipping it to his belt. "The service elevator is on a separate backup generator," Luciano said, gesturing toward the heavy freight lift at the back of the bay. "It’s manual. It’ll take us to the 39th floor. From there, it’s a two-flight climb to the Vesper suite." We stepped into the elevator. It was a massive, vibrating cage of industrial steel and grease-stained wood. Luciano pulled the iron gate shut with a heavy clang that felt like the closing of a coffin. He turned the brass handle, and the lift groaned to life, the cables shrieking as we began our slow, agonizing ascent.

“Zoom in. That guy—he’s wearing a technician’s uniform, but I don’t recognize his face.” “Send this to Marcus. Track him. I want to know who he is,” Hunter ordered. “But sir… what about the elevator?” “If you can’t override it through the system, then open it manually!” --- Not long after, two engineers pried open the elevator doors on the eighth floor with heavy tools. Slowly, the doors creaked apart, revealing Evalina slumped on the floor. Hunter appeared behind the engineers and jumped down into the lift. “Evalina!” he called out, rushing toward her.

Blanchett said apologetically, appearing at his elbow despite Jester’s nimble movement. He stopped in his tracks. “What? Is it broken?” “No, sir. It’s just that we have assigned a private lift to access the Penthouse Level. This way please.” Blanchett led him to the rightmost lift, and gestured to a palm-scanner by the door. Jester put his palm against it, and the lift doors slid open. He stepped inside. “Wait,” he said, as the man made to leave. “I have a question. Does all of this happen to have anything to do with Alisa Vega?”

A floor bypass had been authorized. ​Someone was in the elevator. Someone who didn't need a keycard. ​She stood up, her breath hitching as she looked at the monitor. The car was rising. 31... 32... 33... ​It didn't stop at the library. It didn't stop at the executive floor. ​It was coming to thirty-four. ​Bella ran to the hallway, her bare feet silent on the marble. Dante was already there, standing by the elevator doors, a heavy glass paperweight from the hall table in his hand—the only weapon available in a house of glass.

“I’m going to crash the truck, listening to your moans.” I bit my bottom lip and smiled. “That doesn’t help either,” Zander grinned. “Sorry,” I smirked. We pulled into the underground parking lot, and Zander started walking away from the elevators. “Where are you going?” I asked, puzzled. “The penthouse elevators,” Zander advised. “I didn’t even know they had their own elevators,” I voiced. “It’s shared with the other penthouse, but it’s a lot quicker,” Zander announced, then scanned his card in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pressed me up against the wall, and we started making out.

Sliding the panel to the side, Grant moves to summon the elevator with the use of his hand, a digital lock scanning his hand before sliding it open with a ding. Whoa. Surprised by the metal contraption that looked like a cage, Lucus, Grant and I each slowly move to enter the elevator before Lucus presses a button. A button with the number 3 lighting up upon the panel before moving to take us to it. Now suddenly remembering that I wasn’t allowed up to this floor when I first came across it by accident.

“No. It’s that I don’t need to win every battle. Just the right one.” The escape pod powered up, and Elena realized with horror that it wasn’t just designed for flight—it was rigged with explosives. If it launched, the entire tunnel would collapse, burying her alive. Lazarus smiled faintly. “Goodbye, Elena.” Elena’s Move Thinking fast, Elena scanned the control panel she had damaged. She spotted a small lever marked “manual override”. Without hesitation, she pulled it, forcing the pod’s systems to reboot. The countdown to launch froze at five seconds.

her mum said reassuringly. Adrianna kissed her mum on her forehead. Grabbing her handbag she left her mum’s room with a sad face. She was not happy about leaving her mum all alone in a hospital. She sauntered to the elevator and pressed the button. Finally, the elevator dinged and she ventured in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. Seconds before the door shut completely, a carefully polished shoe appeared and stopped it from closing.

"Nyx likes the weight. It feels much better than the silk we wore in that den of vipers last Tuesday." "Because the silk was a lie to make the coordinators feel safe, Elara," I murmured, leaning down until my lips pressed a hard, possessive brand against the brand on her throat, making her gasp softly as the golden wire bridging our hearts pulled perfectly tight. "The vipers are dead in the sub-levels, and the politicians have officially run out of air. Let’s go take the seat." We ascended back down to the fourth floor via the high-clearance executive lift, the mechanical transit moving with a smooth, silent speed that felt like the calm before a thunderstorm.

He nodded toward a set of double steel doors at the far end of the garage. “The private elevator goes straight to the top,” he said, his voice flat. “let's go.” I walked beside him, my broken heel clicking sharply against the polished concrete. Pavel walked behind us, carrying my two black trash bags like they were expensive luggage. It was a bizarre, humiliating sight. We stepped into the elevator. Kieran pressed his thumb against a biometric scanner on the wall, and the panel glowed blue. The doors slid shut smoothly, and the elevator began to rise rapidly, the numbers on the digital display skipping up to the penthouse floor.