Notes From Undergroun 소설 & 이야기

NOTE::: This chapter has some fighting scene that results in death. It also has some not so good scene in a certain part . So read at ur own risk.... *** *** * ~~NEET'S POV~~ It didn't take us long to find the air vent all thanks to the blueprint. We were lucky enough that the vent was large enough for each one of us to fit in,, one at a time. I bent to its level and began to open it. ----------------------------------------- ME Give me the screwdriver...

Tears of joy started to well in her eyes again. “Our room is just there.” He nodded to the door to the right of the room. Of course she started walking towards it and found that one of her steps sunk in just a little more than the rest of the flooring. “Hmm.” She took her weight off and placed it down again kind of bouncing her weight. “What?” Robert crossed the room to her observing the ground. “The floor seems off here. No big deal it’s probably just the house settling. I will worry about it in the morning.” She assured him.

she spat. The guard looked down at his feet, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he mumbled. "But I was directed to give this to you." The guard didn't say anything, but Nikita could see the pity in his eyes. It only served to fuel her anger even more. "This other note is not from the Alpha, ma'am," he handed a piece of paper that was rolled and tied with a golden string. She took it with haste and slammed the door behind her.

She unstraps her gloves, using her teeth and shakes the gloves onto the floor. I reach into my back pocket. I hand her a 5x7 photograph and a weathered piece of paper. The paper had the same handwriting as previous notes left by The Underground, along with their insignia. The photograph was of Daya during training yesterday morning. It’s zoomed in on her neck. Her bare, unmarked neck. As she looks at the photo, I can see her becoming uncomfortable. Then, her eyes shift to the note. She lifts it up to read aloud. “Still unclaimed after all this time. Your precious Diamond will be MINE!”

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.

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“We don’t come back. We haunt.” The sun was setting behind the hills, bleeding orange across the rubble. Nico stood by the main doors, holding a map drawn in Matteo’s own hand — a hidden passage leading beneath the ruins. A wine cellar that hadn’t been marked in any of the estate's official blueprints. “It’s not on the Council’s files,” Nico said. “This was personal.” Amara took the flashlight, flicked it on. “Then let’s make it personal.” The Descent Dust and silence ruled the underground. The stairs creaked with age, the stone damp from centuries of moisture. The smell of mildew, blood, and old betrayal lingered in the walls.

Alejandro’s POV Brazil was loud. Not in the chaotic, suffocating way of gunfire and screeching tires. Not in the way betrayal echoed through marble halls. Brazil was alive. My ears opened before my eyes as music bled from the open windows, The air smelled like citrus, salt, and heat and smoked meat. “Good morning—” I muttered to no one in particular. I was all alone in my side of the room. I looked at the adjoining foot and imagined Miguel standing at the other side, waiting for me.

“What legacy? I mean, we don’t have anything honorable. We have a bunch of strip clubs and night clubs that we run drugs through. The real estate company that we use to buy up everything is a front for that. Galileo didn’t want to be part of that because he knew that he couldn’t make a name for himself in our father’s shadow and that no one would take him seriously as the youngest. None of this was noble, Laura. But we’re not noble fucking people. Are you late to that party?” Laura sighed. “No…I’m not. I guess I’m just hoping that this ends in someway other than bloodshed. I was never part of the whole underworld thing the way that you and Galileo were, other than I knew I was eventually goi

“Okay! Okay, if it’s like that I’ll sign the check.” Susan couldn’t hear anymore. She just turned it off. Chills ran down her spin. Clearly affected for what she’d just heard, got up from the floor, taking the voice recorder with her at the same time she hid the little pieces of paper where she’d written the possible combinations under the carpet of the room. And took off.