Notes From Undergroun Novels & Stories

The company organizes a team hike. When it's time to split into groups, I look at Malcolm Ridgeway, the man I've been secretly dating for two years. I expect him to pick me. Instead, he turns to Savannah Leclair, his childhood friend who just got back from being abroad. "You tire out easily. Join my group, I'll look out for you." Savannah links her arm through his like it's the most natural thing in the world. Our coworkers eat it up. "Childhood sweethearts really are something else. Malcolm, you're still single, right? You two would be perfect together." Malcolm doesn't pull away. He just says, "Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend." I freeze. Just last night, he holds me and promises he'll

For three years, I'd had a crush on Yale Lawson. He sat behind me in class, and whenever he didn't understand something, he'd kick the back of my chair. I would immediately hand over my notebook, every page packed with detailed notes. I'd always thought it was our little unspoken understanding. Then yesterday, I came across a post on the school forum. [Did Yale Lawson suddenly start studying because he's trying to get Xandra Xane, the prettiest girl in school?] [Obviously. Xandra just said she wants to go to Southern University, and now Yale's checking their admissions scores. The school bad boy hitting the books for love? I'm obsessed.] [But hasn't he been asking Zoe Shaw, the top student i

Remember the bucket list you created. ‘Why go on searching somewhere else, while the delicacies are served in front of you. Look! rejecting such a handsome specimen in front of you would be the biggest mistake of your life. This way forget about pursuing, dating, and losing the v-card. If you keep waiting, a cobweb would probably replace your hymen.’ While Rosalind muddled in her solicitude, Wilson moved closer to her, leaning down to her ear, and whispered in a baritone voice, “Like what you see? Maya?”

From what they can see, there is a farmhouse that is rather small which made the vision of the rest of the land seeable to her thanks to her eyes and the forest grounds being on a slope of sorts. The farmhouse is old and worn out. It's white paint and animal furs that hand within the windows is all dirty. The paint itself is due for another few coats but at this point, the house should really be burnt to the ground. Connecting to the left side of the house is a canopy that has a few horses but on the gravel surface under that covering is a trap door that leads to the underground. This trap door is guarded by a goblin that is nearly passed out on a chair. Just by him is a table with an empty

Disappointed and sad, the girls walked away and the woman who greeted Bram was pleased with the usual scenario. “Hey! that’s mean” She pretended to comment on the young man's act Bram just looked and handed his arm. Bea then handed her notes. "I'm telling you, instead of asking me to take notes for you. You should start to take our last school year seriously we're graduating, the school just started last month and then your attendance mark is completely absent" "Don't come at me, I'm busy at the resort" Bram casually wiped his wet body while his only friend was nagging at her.

“Which makes it ideal for our purposes.” Jim suddenly felt a familiar rumbling. It was coming from the soft clay walls now, not the ground. It was faint and distant but gathering momentum, getting closer all the time. They were coming from three directions, possessing the earth around them, twisting it into whatever sickening form they took, then moving on. Leaving the soil spent and violated, even at this depth. Jim was unbelievably far beneath the ground, but he still wasn’t safe.

The driver asked. "The Underground! Our friend Paulo is DJing tonight." Fi said. The Underground nightclub is literally underground and takes it's name seriously with an unmarked basement level entrance. Those who live for a see-and-be-seen atmosphere feel right at home here. Bottle service and celebrity sightings are common at the cavernous bomb shelter entryway where DJs spin until the sun comes up and candlelit ammunition crates serve as tables. Pearl thought it was pretty rad and was excited to be there.

Author's POV The Rogue Alpha. Deep in the heart of Minnesota, where the wild meets the unknown, the echoes of distant footsteps resonated through the unforgiving wilderness. These weren't your casual footsteps; they carried the weight of something formidable, something primal, something straight out of a survival-of-the-fittest scenario. You could call it nature's unrivalled spectacle, laid out for all to witness.

“I’m not sure what’s on it.” “Nathan!” Clay barked, waving me over and snapping me out of the trance my mate had me in. I joined them at the table and looked over the map. Several stars were marked on the map with red circles around them. Nothing differentiated them from the others to say Quade might have chosen a particular one and there were far too many to search one by one. But then my eyes landed on the spot I was sure the other men had already zeroed in on. This one had writing next to it. Two words, underlined and punctuated with exclamation points. Underground Compound!!!

With the documents secured, I quickly made my way out of the office, leaving no trace of my presence behind. Days later, I received a message from Nicolas, asking if I have successfully obtained the documents and proposed a meeting at a unique restaurant called Wildfire Grill in the heart of Texas. The name alone conjured images of smoky barbecues and sizzling steaks, but this meeting would be far from a casual dining experience. The restaurant was known for its secluded booths and discreet atmosphere, perfect for secret discussions. As I entered the establishment, the aroma of grilled meats and spices filled the air, adding a touch of intrigue to the situation at hand.