Notes From Undergroun 소설 & 이야기

In childish handwriting, the name Daddy Wolf was scrawled across the bottom. He had to close his eyes for a second just to steady himself. “Find anything?” Colton called out absently, his voice strained. “Nah,” Logan’s voice floated from the other end of the house. “Nothing’s out of place. No signs of a struggle.” Colton frowned. There has to be something. Before Logan could respond, a deep, growling voice thundered from downstairs. “Whoever’s in here really fucked up today.” Colton and Logan froze, instinct snapping their bodies tight like bowstrings.

Daniel drove one-handed, the other palming his bulge through his trunks, eyes flicking to the rearview. "Daniel, what—" I started, but he cut me off with a look that pinned me silent. Tires screeched through city streets, blurring lights into streaks. We were underground, and then I noticed this was some sort of underground club. The vibes hit before we even parked, bass thumping faintly from the hidden entrance beneath a nondescript warehouse. The valet took the keys; Daniel scooped me up again, bridal-style this time, my dress hiking to expose thigh and ass cheek. I had no panties, so his arm banded my waist like iron.

“Downstairs already. Says they started another section.” “Fuck… Another?” I echoed with a sigh. Graham just nodded “apparently” We crossed the lobby and headed towards where the work was done the noise was louder here. Drills biting into stone, generators rumbling, the distinct metallic ring of pickaxes. Damn. Graham and I climbed down through the narrow staircase… I made a mental one to ask the builders do something about this, the damn stairs was a safety hazard. “You smell that?” Graham asked. “The only thing that I smells dirt” I said

No doubt he’s protecting her privacy while still being thorough. The screen on the wall flashes to life a moment later, and like everyone else, I turn to watch. A profile loads, clean, professional, aesthetically pleasing. The woman in the photo looks to be in her late thirties. Confident smile, well-dressed, stylish without being flashy. Her username reads BrattyFun. “It looks like a standard profile,” someone says quietly. “I’m not seeing anything that stands out,” another adds. Nathan doesn’t respond. Instead, he clicks a few more times, opening a side panel on the screen that clearly isn’t visible to normal users. A list populates, long and dense with entries.

Lana stepped away from me, a satisfied smirk on her face as I turned away from her. She stepped on the grass that was supposed to be Logan's funeral site, her little dainty feet stomped the ground and a crack appeared. The crack spread fast as it reached my location in an instant, stopping right next to my feet before the entire floor collapsed. The collapsed floor exposed the secrets hidden deep in the ground. A whole different world lay underground. There were natural ancient graves made from mud and inscriptions of the ancient were everywhere. The negative energy in this crater almost rushed into my brain. I could feel my hands darkening with the speed of light.

Mara felt that old chill move under her skin. Not possession. Not connection. Just memory. The memory of what it meant when something vast decided silence was more useful than presence. Noah swiped across the tablet and enlarged a map of Manhattan’s underground infrastructure. Most of it was dark blue—dead zones, disconnected systems, severed legacy channels. But in the far lower district, deep under layers of obsolete transit routing and abandoned financial relay tunnels, one point blinked faintly. Red. Mara stared at it. “What is that?” Noah answered softly.

Deep beneath the bustling Diamond District lay the "Under-Grid" bar, a hidden spot filled with booming bass and swirling violet mist. In this underground space saturated with the smell of ozone and shady data transactions, those known as the "Unregistered" bartered away their humanity for a chance at prolonging their fragile existence.

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

And the thought of her finding her mate was making me uneasy because I knew that no matter how strong our attraction to each other was, the mate bond was not easy to ignore. ⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ Author's Note Lovelies, Here's for today. As I mentioned previously, the side stories (Under The Moonlight) are just extra stories that I will write so we can have closure for the side characters. But I will try to update as much as I can. But for now, updates will be Mon-Wed-Sat (1 to 2 chapters, or more if I can). ♡

You can listen to the teacher perfectly and never get to answer any question. And Ari has found that perfect spot. A small smile rose across her face as she placed her book on the desk, trying not to loose her temper because of the noisy class. The class was chanting, singing, flirting, tapping their feet, pens and pencils, books were flipped, sound of laughter was heard. Most time she'd wanna scream on the top of her lungs. It was like mother earth was on to her. Ari seemed to always notice everything in her surroundings. Most of the times it felt like a good thing, but most times it seemed like a curse.