Its Not Me Its My Basement Novels & Stories

I discouraged him but he waved his hands as if to say ‘Bring it on’. “How bad could it be? Let me hear it and cut the shit.” He groaned while unlocking the door to a very dark area. “This place reeks of dust, you rarely use it right?” I questioned while covering my nose from the stench smell. “Yeah, we use the general basement, but this is the first time I'm having a personal issue that involves a private basement.” He answered while stepping into the gated room and dropping the rogue on the floor like some sack of potatoes which earned a painful groan.

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

I followed behind them as they chatted between themselves. " Te acuerdas de tu guitarra Alex?(Do you remember your guitar Alex?)" Pa Alejo brought up as we walked down the stairs to the vast basement of the house. I was honestly getting suspicious. There was nothing in the basement as far as I am aware. Only the usual old junk that's meant to be in a basement.

she glares at me before walking away from me and walks up the stairs. I clean up the basement. We bought this house last year, since we came to America, I got a job as an underground fight club, then I got a better paying job we could finally move out of the crappy one-bedroom apartment. Now we stay in this massive house. Well, it’s not massive. But what we came from this is massive. A three-bedroom, three bathrooms. A basement to train, a huge kitchen, and a huge living room with a pool in the backyard. “Lexi there’s a woman here asking for you…” Sasha shouts from upstairs.

The place had just been renovated but it was done fast, the work must not be perfect although I was assured by Josefa that she checked the whole place. After I put on a clean T-shirt and slightly loose gym shorts I decided to get out of the room to head to the basement. There are traces of her scent in the air starting with the stairs and across the wide living room. I clenched my teeth as I took the door leading down to the basement. At least the air inside the closed room is free of her floral vanilla scent that raptures inside my nostrils. "Josefa." I know it is too early to be calling on her but I must speak with her through the mind link.

He says as he leads us up the stairs. "Where's your room?" I ask, glancing at him. "It's underground." "You live in the basement?" Emma perks up. Devon turns to her, slowing in his steps. "Now that you put it that way, maybe I do live in the basement." "Why would you live in the basement of your own house?" Emma continues, raising a brow. "There's a reason for that, I promise. But I think it'll be better if we didn't share. We've only just met." He says.

I had to be more. “The bow and arrow are stored in the basement,” Amaris informed me. “Thank you, Amaris.” I slowly made my way toward the basement. The descent was pitch-black, the rough stone walls cool to the touch. Unlike what I have seen in the movies, where the basement is creepy as hell and the air is thick with dust, the basement was surprisingly clean, so I didn’t have to worry about breathing ancient air.

Her pussy was shining bright red as if it was bleeding, including her well-rounded butt making me smirk before caressing her thighs. “Tomorrow, bring one of your friends here, I will give you both the pleasure you haven’t received with anyone else,” I demanded. She only nodded before collapsing into the bedroom. I shook my head because I think she needs to work on her stamina. A knock on my door was to be heard, I am currently inside the basement of the house. Ever since that stupid family arrived here, I decided to stay here for good to avoid being smelled by those sinking dogs. My plan worked on getting them to come here, but Jade is giving me a hard time because I am controlling her menta

I groaned, the word scraping past my dry lips. My head throbbed, with new headache. A dull, insistent ache that sat behind my eyes and made it hard to focus. I blinked, trying to make sense of the shadows around me. Low dim golden light filtered from somewhere above, casting long shapes across the floor, boxes stacked in corners and plastic bags filled with God knows what. A network of cobwebs stretched across the ceiling, catching the light like fractured veins. A basement!!?, I was in a basement. Why the fuck was I in a basement?

“It was fun to poke around here when we were little kids, but there’s not much to see, really.” “That’s only because no one’s ever gone into the basement,” Fitzy remarked. “Bet there’s some seriously cool shit down there. No one’s ever had the stones to check it out, though.” I glanced at the crumbling foundation and remarked, “That’s probably smart. Doesn’t look all that safe, honestly.” Fitzy snorted but I ignored him, figuring that the only way he’d ever venture into the basement would be if I went first. And thank God we didn’t go into the basement that day.