It Novel Sewer Scene Novels & Stories

His eyes darted around, making it clear that this wasn’t a casual visit. I nodded, trying to steady my breath as I approached. Without a word, he guided us deeper into the parking lot, moving with purpose until we reached a shadowy corner. There, hidden beneath layers of dirt and concrete, was a tunnel. My stomach dropped as I realized what it was—a sewer. The metallic stench of dampness and rot hit my nose. My eyes widened in disbelief. “You said you were smuggling us out, not flushing us!” Dominic couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust, his voice barely concealing the disgust he felt.

"Kazi isn't alone. He brought a crew of mercenaries. And the Government security teams are regrouping. We are stuck in the middle of a war zone." "So how do we get out?" She pointed down the dark, steamy corridor. "The waste disposal chutes," she said grimly. "It leads to the drainage system under the Njiro River. It smells terrible, and it's full of toxic runoff." I looked at her. I smiled, a grim, humorless smile. "I survived a train crash and a semi-trailer today," I said. "I think I can handle a little sewage." "Then let's go," she said.

"We must go. There is no time." As it turned out, the sewers were not as bad as Calix expected, but it was still bad. Fortunately, the pipes weren't as narrow as the tunnels he'd navigated with Edeline and the others. Unfortunately, the wider paths provided a wide space for moss, gunk, and other unspeakable stuff to accumulate and create equally unspeakable smells. Even as he covered his mouth and nose with the neckline of his shirt, he still got full pungent whiffs. By the time they rounded their first corner, his eyes were already watering, and he was just about ready to throw up.

I was buried to the hollowness, her walls clamping down on me, creating a suction that was almost painful in its intensity. The restroom was a whirlwind of heat and scent. I watched Sarah, her legs hooked over my arms as I pumped in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Every time I pulled back, her inner walls clenched greedily around me, desperate to keep me inside. The sight of her flushed skin, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, was intoxicating. I leaned down to capture her mouth, swallowing her moans, ensuring no sound escaped her lips.

It smelled absolutely horrific, a combination of ten-year-old canola oil, burnt lard, and rotten cabbage, which was exactly why Silas’s high-tech mercenaries hadn't bothered to put a camera near it. "What... what are you doing?" Julian wheezed, his eyes widening with an aristocratic horror as I kicked the rusty iron latch open, a cloud of foul-smelling steam rushing into our faces. "Elara... no... I am not going down a sewage pipe." "It's not sewage, it's fryer grease, you snob," I snapped, grabbing him by his un-injured shoulder. "Now slide!" I didn't wait for his compliance. With a hard, unceremonious shove, I pushed Julian Vane down the slanted metal chute first. He let out a sharp, undig

Sewers like disgusting smell filled the mansion we all kept clean every single day. “Oh my fucking goddess! What the fuck just happened? Who died in the kitchen?” I screamed loudly, throwing my back on the ground. I pulled the padding of my bra out and covered my mouth and my nose with it. I walked toward the kitchen and found Solana standing there, covered in green gooey stuff that also covered the whole kitchen.

He shouldn't be touching me when I was covered in sewage but he held me tighter. The manhole flashed through my mind, the darkness swallowing me whole as I climbed down that rusted ladder, the disgusting cold water in the sewer rising past my ankles, then my knees, then my waist, the things floating past me that I couldn't identify and didn't want to. The memory of Leslie's laughter echoing from above while she filmed everything and Vincent's voice ordering me to keep going while my mother watched from that cage made a sob tore from my throat. Theo, God, Theo shouldn't be standing here holding me, when I had pushed him away so viciously just hours ago.

that I would otherwise have missed. "What did ye think 'o the scene where the two of them was up in the air in the big wheel," he would probe, "an Harry looks down at the people the size of ants and says what would it matter if one 'o them ants stopped moving?" "I don't remember that bit," I would say, "I liked the shooting in the caves at the end." "They weren't caves," he would explain patiently, "them was sewers. Th' sewers of Vienna. What is it that you find in sewers?"

I screamed as we dove into the service elevator and hit the button for the sub-level that connected to the old Roman sewer system. We emerged into the damp and dark tunnels where the air smelled like sulfur and waste and we started running through the knee-deep water while the sounds of the massacre above faded into a dull thudding. Lucien suddenly stumbled and let out a groan of pain and I realized that his back wound had ripped open during the scramble, and he slumped against the mossy brick wall while blood began to soak through his jacket and turn the water around his boots a dark, muddy red. "I can't keep this pace with a hole in my side so you’re going to have to do something about it

Guards patrolled the rim, their red eyes glowing in the dark. "The sewers are on the east side," Noah whispered. "We go in together. We find Gaius and Eleanor. We get out." "Together," Neal agreed. I put my hand on my belly. The baby was quiet. As if she knew we needed silence. The sewer entrance was a grate, rusted and old. Neal pulled it open with a grunt. The smell hit us first, rotten water, blood, something dead. I gagged, covering my mouth with my sleeve.