Love In An Elevator Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry, miss— you can go up.” “Thank you.” Louisa snatched it from her hand and was soon sprinting into one of the elevators. The ride up was punishment, every seconds to when the elevator would stop sent her pulse thrumming in her ears. Her fingers trembled when she tried to wipe the mascara off her face, only to smudge it worse. “He made me this way…shouldn't he be the one to love me like this?” she sobbed at her reflection on the transparent elevator wall.

he said with a serious, though his heart was still racing from the sight of her with Ethan. They walked into the lobby and stepped into the sleek, glass elevator. Alex pressed the button for the top floor. The silence between them in the elevator was thick and uncomfortable. Elara kept her eyes on the floor, trying to ignore the scent of his cologne. "So, your date?" Alex asked, his voice echoing in the small space. "Is he the new 'husband'?" "None of your business," she snapped. Suddenly, the lights overhead flickered and died. The elevator gave a violent lurch and ground to a sudden halt, throwing Elara forward. Alex caught her by the waist, his strong arms steadying her in the pitch black

We walk to the private elevator side by side, three feet apart. The doors open. I step in first. He follows. The doors close. The elevator starts its descent. At floor fifty-eight, the lights flicker. I glance at him. He glances at me. Then the power surges. The elevator jerks to a stop, trapped between floors. The lights die. Darkness swallows us whole. My heart slams against my ribs. The emergency lights kick in after three seconds, dim red glow from the corners, turning the elevator into a blood-soaked cage.

Never Again 🌷 “There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.” -George Sand ~•~ •X A V I E R• The elevator wasn't working today as it was under repair and each employee on our floor was sweating hard when I walked past them in the morning. It was not easy to climb thirty sets of stairs and it wasn't certainly easy to do it on a warm day like this. At moments like today, I was grateful for the cardio and stamina building exercises in the gym.

When the elevator door opened, he immediately went in, pressed the penthouse and the close buttons. As the elevator was moving up, Selene suddenly moved from his arms. He looked at her and adjusted her from his arms. In a matter of seconds, he felt his chest getting wet and the elevator shaft smelling sour. His face was a mix of anger and disgust. He wanted to drop her right there and then, but she hugged his neck and her face was now nesting in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

Since the company had two elevators, she turned to the other end and asked for the private elevator, which was completely empty. Demetrio looked at her like a helpless puppy when he saw that she was getting into his elevator and he was alone, he ran a little to get in with her. Eva swallowed hard when she saw that they were completely alone when the elevator closed. "Do you know how long it takes this elevator to get to the one hundred and forty-fifth floor?" He laid her down, his body glued to hers, which had begun to tremble. Demetrio smelled Eva's vanilla scent.

Floor 89: I come again, harder, squirting so hard it splashes the glass and runs in rivulets down to the floor. Floor 98: he spins me, lifts me, pins my back to the glass with my legs over his forearms, and drives upward in short, brutal thrusts that make the whole elevator sway. The city spins below us like a carnival ride. I wrap invisible arms around his neck, bite his shoulder through the ruined shirt, and clench around him deliberately. He loses it. At floor 107 he pulls out, sets me down, spins me again, and bends me over the narrow handrail that rings the capsule.

In surprise, she stood upright quickly, but soon relaxed. -I hate crowded elevators. – Camila's husband murmured. -Oh, I hate it too. - she said moving her hips slowly. My body was practically glued to hers, and without any kind of escape, since I was against the wall of steel. The light movement of her hips caused a minimal friction in our bodies, more precisely in the lower parts. I closed my eyes, feeling my body heat up. What the hell was that woman trying to do? Drive me crazy? The elevator seemed to move as slow as possible in that moment, having Karla's body so close flooded my head with dirty and exciting thoughts.

inside the elevator, As Wayne and Kaylar found themselves alone in the elevator, a spark ignited between them. Their eyes locked as their hearts raced in anticipation. The air grew thiStill ck with tension, and without a word, they moved closer to each other. In that small, confined space Kaylar felt the heat radiating from Wayne's body, drawing her in like a magnet. Their lips met, and the world seemed to fade away. There, in the dimly lit elevator, their kiss began with a slow, tantalising rhythm.

What if Bonus Chapter 4: What If They Met in an Elevator Trap? Eli POV The elevator in the downtown high-rise shuddered to a sudden, sickening stop between floors 14 and 15. The lights flickered once, twice, then settled into dim emergency mode, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. I was stuck. Alone. Or so I thought—until the guy who’d stepped in right behind me cursed under his breath, voice low and frustrated.