Its Not Me Its My Basement Novels & Stories

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.

Well, not me though. 'Liar.' Mia said, making me groan internally. 'Shut up.' I snapped back and thankfully she did. “Time to get to business, but I think you need a bath first. You stink.” “I do not.” I gritted, sniffing myself. Though, I silently agreed with him. It didn't help that the basement smelled of dried and rotten blood. I wonder about the amount of people who had lost their lives here. The thought made my body itch.

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.

He sighed, he faced the door, hovered his hands on the handle – contemplating something. “What is in the basement anyway that you don’t even want to open it?” I could hear the annoyance in Leah's voice. “Something alright?”, Tyson replied back in annoyance. “Even you would back away and not want to open the door if you knew what it was.” “Well, what kind of something is it?”, I asked now really curious about this something they keep on saying. “It’s…” Mike started again for the third time. He took off his round-rimmed glasses and rubbed his face, combing his hair, letting it sit on top of his hair. “The fidi is in its deep slumber in the basement.”

I have to find my baby! "H-hijo...Beautrin. Here...in the house. In the basement of our house with Beatriz! The people inside are armed, Claus! I-I didn't know there was a secret basement here ! My God! Beautrin is screaming! We're going inside again today! We just called you to let you know!" Basement? In the basement of their own house? Fvck it! How did they not know that there was a basement?! I wasted nothing and immediately went there.

I drove my car to my old house in the suburbs. That was the only inheritance that Mom had left me. It contained some of her old belongings. The management office had called earlier and said that the basement had flooded because it was located on lower ground.

I whisper, hoping my warriors can hold them off on the first floor until I have a chance to get Emma into the saferoom. I’m so thankful that we’d built it. There’s a basement in this house, which is unusual for west coast human houses, I’ve been told, but apparently the person who built it came from the Midwest, where tornadoes and storms were a more immediate threat, and they’d installed a basement.

Then I took my leave without even saying a word, I don’t feel like finding a replacement for him. I walk into the foyer with white marble clacking against my heels and the beautiful spiral staircase that wound all the way to the top, Clara, my maid took my coat, while at the same time lingering her stare at me a little too long. It disgusts me when women drool like that, especially American women. I walk immediately to a door located on the wall of the staircase, push in the code, and the door clicks. I walk down the stairs rolling up my sleeves, making sure my footsteps are heard. The basement has several different uses. I rarely ever hold enemies in my own home, but if it’s a special case

Jordan tentatively asked, "Dad, do you still remember how you ended up in the hospital?" Matteo humphed, "Isn't it because you two are biased and treat Zoey badly?" At this moment, I saw Jordan and Daria both seem to breathe a sigh of relief. Matteo looked at me, "Zoey, what did you just say about the basement? What's that about?" I said straightforwardly, "There is a basement under the dining table in the Harmon's villa dining room, are you aware of this?" Matteo frowned, "Basement? I can't remember."

Redwood interrupted me. "I don't have a basement! I've been living here for almost a year, and there's no basement in my house!" Mr. Redwood confidently declared, his voice firm with certainty. "I'm sorry you didn't know about this, but you do have a basement," I replied, standing up. I moved his table aside, revealing a section of the floor covered by a seemingly ordinary rug. As I pulled back the rug, another rug was lying underneath it. It became clear that it was actually painted to look like wooden planks, blending seamlessly with the rest of the floor but it was dirty. Underneath was a trapdoor, dirty and old.