Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

She went back to talking with Summer. "That's why I called you all here," I said before Summer could say anything to Daphne. I dragged the chair from the dining room, put it in the middle of the living room, and sat on it, "That elevator can only be opened with an access card and only the biological family of Juhani can access this penthouse through the fingerprint sensor but today, my finger opened it." "What? Maybe it's a malfunction," Layla said and I snapped my finger. "That's what I thought at first but the engineer said there wasn't any malfunction, he made everyone touch the sensor but it didn't open and when I touched it again, it opened," I explained and everyone's face showed diffe

And with all this walking he's suddenly forcing me to do, I think that maybe- just maybe he could be hurting me more when he really said he would be taking care of me. Finally, after what feels like hours of literal running beside an angry vampire with my just healed body, we come to a halt infront of this grand elevator. It looks brand-new with the moderness it has, along with this special handprint passcode thingy right beside it. It smells fresh too, like a new car right out of the factory. Maddox presses his hand against the clean, fresh glass and it scans his hand, and in only a milisecond does the elevator open for us and I am continued to be dragged behind Maddox.

Impenetrable. Sandro stepped out first, then extended his hand to her. Elena hesitated for half a second before placing her palm in his. His grip was firm, warm, and far too controlling as he helped her out. The moment she stood, he didn’t release her hand. Instead, he kept it tucked in his as they walked toward a private elevator. The doors opened with a soft chime. Inside, there were no buttons, only a sleek panel that required Sandro’s fingerprint and a code. The elevator rose smoothly, silently, making Elena’s stomach drop with every floor they passed.

"Shut down the elevator locks, Juno. He won't use them anyway." "He is already on the eighty-ninth floor, Ma'am. He’s taking the emergency stairs. At a speed of sixty miles per hour." Elara turned toward the heavy mahogany doors at the far end of the deck. She smoothed the front of her tailored navy blazer, her hand lingering for a fraction of a second over the small, silver-weighted stylus in her pocket a tool that could write code or, in an emergency, sever a carotid artery. The doors didn't just open; they were pushed aside with a casual, terrifying strength.

, 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”.

It was located at the end of the camp—where no one could easily sneak in as well as spy on the interrogation room since it was heavily guarded. At first, the three of them entered a tent that looked ordinary, however, when they got in, what greeted them was an elevator that seemed rusty and could have collapsed anytime. Leon is confused but Akira and Loren remain composed since they have been here before. Loren tapped her identification card on the right side of the elevator and with a sound, the elevator opened automatically. The inside is much different from what it looked like outside. The inside of the elevator looked reliable enough for Leon to trust it.

“Where is the direction to the boss?” “The men will catch up with you soon…how long do you think your sorry ass have to live?” The security man said scornfully. Alessandro chuckled. Then he stepped forward and stood on his gunshot wound. The man cried painfully. “You wanna speak now?” The security man spat out blood and glared at him. “I think I found it.” Lorenzo called out to him. He pressed on a button to reveal the elevator. It was a folding elevator. Only a closer look reveals what it really is.

“Let’s just toss the traumatized werewolf into a Disney villain tower.” I followed the glowing arrow on my pad to a sleek obsidian elevator tucked into the base of the tower. There were no buttons, just a swirling rune on the wall. The moment my palm hovered near it, the elevator whooshed open and welcomed me with a gust of cool, magically scented air. Inside, a soft voice whispered, “Isandra Haddock. Top floor access. Welcome home.” I blinked. “Home? I barely know my name.” The doors shut, and I ascended like a gothic Rapunzel in a malfunctioning fairytale.

“So if we reach it ” “We can stop the cascade manually,” Cole finished. “But it has to be done before the timer hits zero.” Jackson grabbed Savannah’s arm. “Then we go.” Cole moved quickly toward the far wall and touched a barely visible panel. A hidden elevator door slid open. “Harrison doesn’t know I still have access,” Cole said. “But he will if we don’t move now.” Savannah stepped inside. The elevator was narrow, metallic, and cold a stark contrast to the luxury above. Jackson entered behind her, his presence filling the confined space with silent urgency.

Confused, Larissa wanted to know why, but she held back and did not ask. They kept walking forward until they stopped before a single elevator. It was stuck on the first floor, and the number never changed. "This is Mr. Rogers' private elevator," Dylan explained. "It can only be unlocked with his fingerprint." Kevan placed his right pointer finger on the fingerprint reader near the elevator doors, and they opened with a ding. The group entered the elevator at once, and Kevan pressed the button for the 45th floor before retreating to the corner of the car.