Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

There it was again. Not a request. Not comfort. A command wrapped around concern. Elena should have hated it. Instead, something dangerous and unfamiliar tightened under her ribs. “I’m here,” she said quietly. Adrian held her gaze for one more second, then pressed the elevator button. The doors opened almost instantly. Inside, the elevator was stainless steel and spotless, its control panel requiring a keycard for the lower restricted floors. Adrian slid the stolen security card through the slot. The B2 button lit up.

"My story, let me tell it…Thumberlina.” I found myself smiling at the interaction. "What floors?" Livvy immediately looked embarrassed. "Oh my God, we've been talking and haven't even moved." She pointed. "Thirteen for me." Then gestured vaguely behind her. "Twenty-one for Val." I pressed both buttons and the doors closed, starting our upward climb. Livvy glanced around the elevator. "Can I ask something?" "Sure." "Why is this elevator empty when the other ones looked like people were being packed for shipment?"

"Odin’s security automated turrets are motion-slaved. If you don't step precisely on the grid lines, they'll turn you into Swiss cheese." They moved quickly, keeping to the shadows of the massive concrete pylons until they reached a heavy, reinforced freight elevator marked ODIN-CENTRAL CORE. The door was covered in spray-painted anarchy symbols and glowing neon security decals. Noah punched the manual override button. With a grinding hiss of pneumatic pressure, the heavy steel doors slid open, revealing a vertical shaft plunging deep into the dark foundations of the artificial island. They stepped inside, the cramped interior smelling of scorched wiring and stale coffee. Leo slammed his han

She made sure the locks slid into place before dashing for the elevator. An eerie silence settled into the dorm late at night. She entered the elevator with the sensation of being watched. With walls of glass, she knew he could see her from where he stood outside. The doors shut firmly to put her out of view of the street and Ellie sagged against the wall. Would he let it go? She didn’t know but now he knew where she lived. He also worked at Homeland and probably lived in one of the housing units built just blocks away for the council and high-ranking members of the New Species. Damn.

I hummed in response, "You engineers should know how to solve these problems. Haven't you already developed a robot or something that can help you out?" "First of all," Erica snorted with childish amusement as she pushed the call button for the elevator, "some moron used his funding to develop a robot with the sole purpose of jerking him off. Needless to say, the department cut off his funding after that. Secondly, a vibrator lacks human touch. I crave human touch." "Tacos will not give you human touch," I deadpanned as the chrome doors opened. "No, but it will full me and if I can't have sex then I can at least have food..." Erica's sentence trailed when she caught sight of who was already

"Now get up and come with me. Don't make a sound, or the bullet will go through you at any moment!" He stood up, and I took out the handcuffs I had taken from Jeff's safe, cuffed his hands, and ripped a corner of the curtain from the window and stuffed it into his mouth. I opened the door carefully and looked around. No one was there! I remember there was a hidden elevator at the end of the corridor that led to the basement parking lot. The elevator is used in the event of an accident. The elevator is connected to a separate electrical box. Even if power goes out on the estate, it will work. It's still a mess downstairs, and no one will notice what's going on upstairs.

We head to the furthest one, and it requires Nathan to retinal scan his eye. “That’s some pretty nifty tech there, Nathan,” I nod approvingly. “I had it installed when I moved in. I had problems with people trying to access my elevator.” His elevator? He has his elevator. How rich is this guy? We enter the elevator, and he presses the only button there is. PH…. Penthouse. He lives in the freaking penthouse. This just got interesting. It seems like forever for the ride up. “Wholly, what floor are you on?” I question.

I drew the raw, unrefined Lycan marrow-ore straight out of his chest, combining it with the pitch-black Void inside my pelvis until my skin started to crack, emitting thin, vertical tendrils of light-drinking shadow. "Kemi!" I yelled, my voice splitting into that dual, ancient frequency that made the elevator's remaining emergency lights shatter into silver dust. "Blow the emergency ceiling hatches! We’re skipping the rest of the ride! The elevator is tearing apart under the battleship's thermal fire, but Zora and Dante are preparing to launch themselves into the open air of the High Council's sovereign tier.

“You won’t fall.” Luca wished he could believe that meant everything, not just the literal height of the building. Inside the elevator, a camera sat in the upper corner, a dark glass eye. Luca’s stomach twisted. He thought of the one missing from the bedroom, the quiet shift in surveillance, the dead silence from the maid who had delivered the burner phone. It felt like a calculated bait-and-switch. “W-w-will I h-have a desk?” Luca asked, mostly because the elevator ride felt like holding his breath too long.

Andrea glanced at Lucas Anderson but he didn't look towards her, she realised Lucas Anderson truly love Pete, it seems the plan was to capture Pete and her but he didn't? Andrea wanted to know the reason he didn't but with Gard Celestine present she couldn't ask such. The elevator descended for over an hour before it suddenly opened. Rolling the wheelchair out of the elevator into a tunnel like passage whose walls were extremely glowing like they were all light boards.