Novel & Cerita It's Not Me It's My Basement

The kind of room that wasn't designed for comfort or guests. A basement. I had survived being thrown out of my pack, dragged through the woods, chained in a carriage, nearly beheaded and now I was chained in a basement in a territory that didn't want me. This was somehow worse than the block. "These chains." I rattled them pointedly. "Remove them." The maid looked at me like I had just asked her to hand me the moon. "Remove them." I said again. "The only thing getting removed," she said, turning away, "is your dinner. Since you want to open that filthy mouth of yours and spill out rubbish.

His expression looks sad and concerning. I clench my jaw and look away quickly, blinking nervously. I looked up at the tiny screen that showed what floor we were on and saw it’s B3. “Why are we going to the basement?” I ask. “We’re taking my car today,” Adrian says.

MADDOX The scent of damp earth and aged whiskey lingered in the hidden basement, a room concealed beneath layers of stone and secrecy. The dim, flickering light of a single bulb cast jagged shadows across the walls, dancing like restless phantoms. This was my sanctuary, my hell, and my throne. It was here that I could drown in the twisted symphony of my memories without the weight of eyes judging my every move.

He opens it and looks over at me. “What are you doing standing by the door? Come inside.” He says almost impatiently. I walk in. “Are you trying to kidnap me or lock me away or something?” I half joke, my steps hesitant even as I make it to the door. He doesn’t give me a response. The door he opens leads to a small, empty room with a trap door on the floor. “What is this place?” “The basement.” I blink “The what?... We have a basement in this house?” He opens the trap door to reveal a set of stairs leading downward.

Xavier, whose duty is now to bring me meals, leaves almost as soon as he arrives. I head back to the basement where I now live. It’s a small space—average to some people, but not to me. The ceiling is low, and the walls are damp with mildew, causing my skin to itch. But I convince myself this is temporary; after all, I’m not going to spend the rest of my life in hiding.

Noah teased, his tone dripping with mockery. I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t understand what Jace and I have. I get it—I was being a pick-me,” I muttered, stepping farther into the basement, clutching my tote bag tightly. “I understand how you feel. That’s why I brought you here. I don’t even know why…” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “No one knows about this basement. Ugh—why did I even bring you here, Bambi?” he hissed, more to himself than to me.

[VECTOR] As soon as the car screeched to a halt, I eagerly jumped out and made a beeline straight for the basement. Even if there were any prying eyes in the Perazzo mansion’s living room or kitchen, I paid them no attention. My sole focus was on the scumbag trapped within one of the basement’s chambers, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

I watched as he strode outside the main house, moving quickly. Curious, I stepped silently toward the window and shifted the curtain just enough to see. He was heading toward the basement. The basement. That’s what everyone called it, though it wasn’t part of the main house. It was built into the ground, a few steps down, with a heavy, locked door at the bottom of the outdoor stairway. I’d never been there. When I was a teenager, I was warned, no, ordered to never go near it. "That place belongs to Richard."

Besides, this was also my fault for not obeying what she said. My eyes looked forward, to the basement walls which were not neat and were still in the form of dirt. It looks like this basement has never been repaired and continues to be like this or this is a newly built basement, I don't know. Tired of sitting, I lay down. I could only curl up and cry, missing my mother who never came to save me.

i smile remembering my mother's words, I missed her like crazy my father too. I lift the trapdoor as quietly as possible, knowing there is a vampire, a known light sleeper, sleeping in the next room. The door reveals a flight of stairs leading to a basement. who the hell needs a basement out here? I can smell tobacco and rum, the same smell from near the lake that I mistook for my mate. Slowly and carefully I descend the steep staircase and look around, there is cages on each side of an aisle leading to a heavy, closed door with a small window for passing food through on it, what the hell is going on here? I think to myself as I force my legs forward toward the door.