It's Not Me It's My Basement Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I dismissed everyone and sent them back to their jobs while I continue my search for those two idiots. I heard a strange sound in the basement and I went to check it out because I know that this basement has been abandoned for centuries now and no one actually goes there anymore. So hearing a strange sound coming from there seems weird and I knew I had to check it out immediately and when I heard the conversation between Harold and his children, and I realized immediately that Harold Armstrong is so fucking insane. He was so furious to see them in the basement, I guess he doesn’t want anyone to find out what he has been doing in the basement of the pack house. This basement is not even liste

His dad has the cheeky grin too, the one that speaks of a bit of a troublemaker. “They’re all downstairs in the basement. We have a games room down there, and it’s soundproof,” he explains, and my mind flashes back to the holiday home we had rented in the human realm last year. We had all liked the basement. My parents had been debating building something similar in our home, but I was no longer interested. My rooms need to have windows, a way to escape. I’ve had more than enough time underground. I never intend to do it again. I glance towards the window. The curtains are closed, so I can’t see out of it, but knowing it is there is enough.

It has been almost a week since I brought them in. “What was that noise?” Amber asked in shock. “Hope that wasn't a snake or something bigger. It came from the basement” she added. She asked her questions and walked into the kitchen. I suddenly tried to cook up something but I couldn't come up with anything. I picked up the house landline and placed a pizza order. “I asked you a question,” Amber said as I left her hanging. “Oh sorry, uhm, I kept Mia’s kids here in the house down in the basement for the past week” As I spoke I saw her eyes wide end. She couldn’t believe her ears.

There were clanking and thuds coming from there. Could someone be injured down there? Maybe trapped and in need of help? "Hello?" I slowly descended the stairs into the basement. I knew this was a bad idea. First, I entered without permission. Second, I entered an area that, for most people, is taboo because basements usually hide dirty secrets that others don't want known. Literally, dirty laundry or old, discarded items. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked once I reached the bottom of the stairs. The room appeared dark, with a silhouette of someone shining a flashlight into the corner of the room. Suddenly something flew towards my head swiftly. I jumped in panic and instinctively dove.