Misaki Stairs Novels & Stories

Akiko, together with Kyoko, followed Yui down the unfamiliar corridor of the house. Even for Kyoko, who had been there longer than Akiko, the place felt foreign. Eventually, Yui led them to the second floor. The large wooden staircase, a deep brown, appeared sturdy, though it likely had been there for many years. "I’m taking you upstairs so that you can have a better view of this place and what you now possess," Yui said, directing her words specifically at Akiko.

She walks me to a door that looks like a room, but on opening it, it's more like hidden stairs. I do not even understand the architectural structure of the building. The stairs down seem scary to me, but Marin is really excited about being there. “Wait, wait a minute. Are you sure about this? Why isn't one of the staff accompanying us down these stairs? I don't know.” I try to stop us from going down. “Get over yourself. We are going in to get some heat!” Marin says, her hands throwing high in the air. We walk down the stairs, and I begin to hear a loud hit of beats.

the maid responded, her voice small and timid. I followed the maid up a grand staircase, still trying to process everything. The staircase itself was a work of art—ornate railings, plush carpet, and massive paintings lining the walls. Every step I took made me more aware of the world I had been forced into. This wasn’t just wealth; it was power, control, and something much darker. As we climbed the stairs, the maid glanced at me. “I’m Maria,” she said quietly, her tone gentle. “What’s your name?”

That didn’t matter to her as she turned and started toward the stairs to go up one flight. “Where do you think you are going?” Mitsuhide caught up to her. “Up,” She said as she walked fast almost into a sprint. He was right there with her as some of the other team members started after the pair. She was quick, but his sheer size, as well as the others, overtook her on the stairs as she ran down the hall to the room right above the one with the dripping ceiling. “Holy hell,” She said as she slid to a stop in front of the door. She raised her hand. “Anyone with a weak stomach don’t come closer,”

I groaned in utter frustration. Why does everything have to be hard?!! I opened the fridge and took a bottle of beer from it. Corking it open, I took a swig to calm my nerves. I took to my surrounding and saw that the Kitchen was close to empty, safe for the idiot that was on the floor, snoring loudly and irritably. Suddenly, I remembered that I was supposed to meet Bethany upstairs. I quickly dropped the beer and left the kitchen. I started to make my way up the stairs but then I began to hear voices. I got closer, ascending the stairs almost bumping into someone. It was Makaila. She looked at me and my eyes met her teary ones.

“Uhm… so I guess this is good night?” “Yeah. I'll walk you to your room.” They walked back to the packhouse, climbing the many stairs as they passed drunk members who didn't even notice them. Some of them were out cold, while some were eating each other’s faces. “I hate these damn stairs,” Dalian grumbled as they finally reached the top, though he wasn't even a bit breathless. He still hated the stairs, but right now they felt like a gift—an excuse to linger beside Mia a little longer.

There were more butlers and servers who greeted us upon entry to their house. “Miss Eva , Milady told me to ask you to go to her office upstairs.” Said the butler whose name was Francis. “I understand.” I said as I followed him upstairs. The stairs were made of glass and I couldn’t help but to feel scared that I might slip or it might break. I’ve never seen a staircase like this in my life. Seeing this house makes me think that maybe Massimo is a simple man to compare to this house,For sure the one who chose this was their mom.

Marcus sat at the head table looking relaxed and confident, surrounded by his allies. He had no idea what was coming. We kept moving, reaching the narrow servants' stairs at the back of the house. These stairs were dark and cramped, meant only for servants to move between floors without being seen by the pack. I'd climbed them thousands of times carrying laundry, water, firewood. My legs knew every step even in the darkness. But now I climbed as someone with power. Emma led the way, her steps quick and sure. At the top of the stairs, she peeked around the corner and held up two fingers.

I gawk at it. "Uh ... what is this?" "Our family house in the top floor, office, kitchen, and utility room in the first floor." She said, amused with my reaction. We entered the porch with stone floor, and I sit on the one of the wrought iron benches that have pillow seats on top of them. A woman in white sundress walk out from the opened big wooden double door. She is clearly Moira's mother. My mate run to hug her. "Why didn't you call? Someone could get you from the bus stop." The woman scolded her.

The guard gave them a single nod and Misha sighed as she tried to shove Slidell away. They entered the first hall of the mansion where they were welcomed with a spacious hall with plastered stone walls, an open-beamed roof, narrow slit windows, and a floor of stone slabs, Misha's eyes found the stairs that was carpeted in red and a knight half-body costume was on display in the divan near the stairs. Misha can't help but be excited when she saw those stairs, she was about to run for it when she was once again interrupted by Slidell.