Notes From Undergroun Novels & Stories

She wrote dirty stuff on different sheets of paper like, Let's Fuck again. My place, 1 a.m. Don't be late. Hey, my name is Livia, but you can call me tonight! XOXO You were so good. Would like taste you again. Let's meet up. Tiptoeing because it was past midnight, she went to different rooms in the entire lobby, sliding these cringe notes under, through the door. The lobby across the hall in front of ours, had many guests, as Bianca mentioned. The chances of possibly getting caught were a lot lesser, than we had imagined.

What’s coming? When I went to the table, I saw that there was only a black notebook made of some kind of leather, a cell phone and an electronic clock on the table. After the sound, I turned my attention back to this notebook, I remembered correctly this notebook in the original owner's memory, then the original owner seems to go to the Green Mist Forest just because of few unknown tips, I still confused about it, why so simple to believe in the contents of the notebook, butI changed my mind suddenly, if not because he believed in everything in this notebook, I may not cross to This world, just when I want to open this notebook, suddenly the notebook is slowly turning the pages, but there is

shake this absurd assumption from my head as I start to sweep the floor; I do not even know if it is true, that is just a story I created in my mind. All of a sudden, I stumble to the ground. I look infuriated at the badly placed floorboard that caused my fall. I also tripped with it the first time I was in here. I take the floorboard to put it back in its place but unexpectedly I notice a shoebox underneath, hidden between the wooden floor and the downstairs ceiling. I grab the shoe box, it is covered by a thick layer of dust, it must have been in here for years. I wonder if Baxter found the note under the floorboard too. I open the lid and I find several photographs inside. The photograp

She whispered and pulled me to secretly watched Alqamar and those nurses who are obviously doing their best just to catch Alqamar's attention but Alqamar was been oblivious from what happening around him. Tss. You can't catch his attention girls. I am sure of that. A girl named Lexis Midnight Castillo is the only girl who can caught his eyes. "Some are sending him notes with their numbers!" My co-nurse added. I narrowed my eyes and noticed that there's sticky notes beside him but he's obviously ignoring it and just patiently waiting for me. I smiled secretly and was about to leave when my co-nurse pulled me again and pointed out the scene where a nurse confidenly stop in front of him while o

Gordon. “This place looks abandoned,” I stated. He smiled and nodded in agreement. “The magic is underneath.” The underground base was cold and poorly lit, the lights in the hallway were blinking, and in each room a scientist was injecting a patient. We waited for Blake to wake up before Mr.Gordon placed a document on a table and told me to open it. The document contained the profiles of two teenagers; Abby and Ashley Luther. Blake massaged his scalp as he looked at the profiles. “Why are you showing us this?” he asked angrily.

The mean girl from Algebra class bumped into her, making her hit the lockers and fall to the ground. “You should get a new pair of glasses Clarissa, keep your eyes on the road,” she said and laughed as she walked up to Lucas. “ Hi, I’m Anika... Anika Adler” her hands were outstretched for a handshake which he accepted. “ I’m Lucas Fairchild” he answered politely and moved over to help Clary up. “Are you alright?” he asked as he put her books in her locker. “yeah, thank you”. She slammed her locker shut and rushed into an open class.

"Enough. Yelling at the nerds won't fix this." "They're not nerds," Edward muttered. "They're all we've got right now and it will be better to be respectful." Lucas's phone buzzed once in his pocket but no one, including Lucas, paid it attention. Everyone's nerves were twisted, and their hopes almost wrenching. "They've got to be underground," Henry said, gesturing at the screen. "Every time we get a ping, it's short and buried." Edward stood up. "Then we find every damn place underground in this city. Bunkers, tunnels, old factories—"

This was a balance. I shook off the lingering adrenaline and pulled out the crumpled note from my pocket. Three days had passed since the club… since that night. And ever since, more anonymous notes had been showing up. Each one pointed me to the basement. I hadn’t told anyone. Not even Adrian. Something about it didn’t feel right… something about them felt personal… secret. This morning, I found the latest note tucked at the edge of my door. It read: This morning’s note was slipped beneath my doorframe. Short. Direct:

Delaney Once it’s after four in the morning, that’s when I decide to leave the house. There’s an exit that’s pretty well-guarded during the day but is neglected at night. The exit leads to the woods just outside the city, I believe, based on the maps I’ve seen in the library of this whole Underworld. I leave a note to let Paola and Pollux know that I’ll be back and that there’s something I need to take care of, and then I open the door carefully so I don’t make a sound.

For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name for herself and ruling the underworld which belonged to him in the first place. He badly wants to meet the stealer of his spotlight. He finished smoking the weed and disposed the stub before stepping into the jungle, the smell of oak oozing from him. The moonlight shone brightly on his dark tats, beautifying his bulgy muscles. He opened the creaky door and went in, meeting total darkness, but something feels weird immediately... The ground beneath him. He looked down to see he's standing on a cracked spot, and before he could move, the spot crumbled down, and he fell from the room to another room, the concretes falling on h