Its Not Me Its My Basement Novels & Stories

I was already late for my meeting. I took a shower,wore my suit not bothering to eat breakfast then walked into my car and drove to the philp cooperation. What she did to me was unforgivable,she reduced me like a nobody , to the lowest point like a desperate male stripper. She better watched her back, nobody embarrasses Noah Williams and go free with it , nobody.

I'm not his fucking sweetheart. "Have sex with me." My eye twitches at his words. "Even if I go to hell, I'd rather fuck with Lucifer but not you." Realizing it was my mistake to not comprehend what was going to be his answer, I quickly turn on my heel and leave the basement. I came running, and I couldn't realise how big the basement actually is. "This tunnel feels like forever." Mumbling under my breath, I drag my hands across the stone walls and smell something funny.

According to her, sports are for irresponsible idiots. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend but was quick enough to hook up with Caleb, who by the way, had nothing in common with her. I wouldn’t be surprised, even if she was dating ten men at the same time. The elevator door binged. I got in and pressed the key to the basement. It didn’t take long for me to reach there and I made my way to the car and unlocked it. Placing all of my stuff and bag at the back, I made my way to the driver's seat, drove off the basement, and hit the road.

I stood at the top of a basement door. It almost resembled the basement door of the new home that I just purchased. I could hear two people arguing at the bottom of the stairs. They were just around the corner from the landing, and I was unable to see the people. Why were two men arguing in my basement? The thought crossed my mind. As I stood at the top of the stairs suddenly, a loud shot rang out. It was so loud it seemed to vibrate the kitchen windows where the basement door was located.

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.

Her sharp red lips curved slightly. “You’re needed downstairs.” My brows furrowed. “Downstairs?” Not upstairs. Not a VIP room. Downstairs? Something about that word immediately made my stomach tighten. Roxy noticed it too because her teasing expression disappeared almost instantly. Lilith adjusted the sleeve of her black dress calmly. “Basement level.” Basement. Okay, somehow that sounded significantly worse. I glanced at Roxy. She raised both hands immediately. “Don’t look at me. I’ve never been called down there before.”

not alone in my boring house I bit my lip, looking around the basement. The boys were laughing about something Max said, a kid was spinning in a chair dangerously close to the stereo, and I… Well, I was trying to figure out how to text Sophie without it looking like I was hiding. ME: Wow lucky you. I wish I was somewhere else, no kidding I almost typed “I’m in a basement full of boys and weird energy drinks” but thought better of it. Max leaned over and whispered, “You okay?”

I must have made a noise, because John turned around. "Ezra?" Closing my eyes, I gripped the railing tightly as another wave of passed over me, and another. I tried to concentrate, just for a moment, to figure out where they were coming from. It rolled over me again, stronger than any of the previous ones. The basement. I slid down the few steps I'd made it up, because I didn't trust my legs to hold me up. "Ezra!" John followed me off the stairs and back towards the kitchen. "Down," I barely managed to get out. "The basement."

[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.