Notes From Undergroun 소설 & 이야기

I was proud of what I was, even though I didn't have the guts to tell my parents yet. I approached my locker, ready for what was going to come. Some people glanced at me before stepping aside. I narrowed my eyes and took a step towards my locker. There was a note taped to the outside of the metal door and was written in rainbow ink. It said OPEN UP! I quickly and cautiously spun my combo into my locker. When my locker swung open, I gasped. A wave of dildos and condoms came flooding to the floor, landing at my feet. Girls surrounding shrieked and ran while guys made uncomfortable faces and horrified faces. I couldn't help but look down in red hot anger. Only one name came into mind: John.

Katherine threw the binoculars on her table at him but he was able to catch it and return it to her table but he made sure to maintain a fair distance from her. "I'm sorry, it was really urgent. But don't worry, I made sure I washed it until it was sparkling clean." Jason reassured but Katherine was still fuming in anger because she really hates sharing her toilet with anyone. "Come on, tell me what you found about the note!" Jason reminded and Katherine finally let out her anger and showed him the writing on the note. "M18Z15X20B5O12 & I16V1B3Z11O8U15 M21Z19N5? What's all these numbers and words?" Jason asked as he yawned cluelessly.

"The Discovery" The trio—Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr—entered the underground city beneath the Blackmoon territory with a sense of anticipation and urgency. The atmosphere inside the vast cavern was tense, shadows dancing on the walls as they navigated through the abandoned structures. To their surprise, what they had expected to be a mere grave turned out to be a thriving city. The sinister group had established a hidden civilization beneath the surface, a testament to the extent of their influence and the intricacies of their plans. Luna, Alpha Burst, and Alpha Zephyr exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment that the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

He imagined how her hair would smell. He imagined her mouth around his name. He imagined a lot of things. And soon, he’d stop imagining. The next morning, she found the note. It was tucked under her windshield wiper, written in blocky, elegant handwriting. "Green is your color. You wore it the night I fell for you." Ava’s stomach turned. Her fingers trembled as she looked around the street. No one. Just the wind and the hum of city traffic. She crumpled the note and shoved it in her coat pocket, heart pounding.

I was staring at the tiled floor, heart thudding louder than I liked. This was it. The window. I needed to plant something. Just enough to see if Max would bite. I waited until he was very engrossed on his phone before standing and moving a few steps away, just far enough to make it seem like a private call, but close enough for him to hear if he wanted to. I pressed my phone to my ear and spoke into the quiet, pretending to speak to an art gallery manager. “Hi, yes, this is Lila Bennett from Sinclair Enterprise. I’m following up on the availability of the Visage & Void collection, the oil paint pieces with the cityscape overlays?”

Inside was a flash drive, a handwritten note, and a photo of the two of us at our first launch party, champagne in hand, stupidly proud of our matching blazer dresses. The note read: "If you’re reading this, I either screwed up or got in the way. Either way, use this. Take the bastard down. – L" My throat burned. The flash drive wasn’t encrypted, just hidden. Classic Lucia. Sometimes the best lock is the one no one thinks to check. I loaded it up and immediately the screen bloomed with folders. Audio files. Screenshots. And one video marked: DO NOT WATCH UNLESS YOU’RE READY. So I watched it.

I say, so Nathan knows I get what he’s talking about. “Exactly.” “So, you know the way to this place?” I ask, and he reaches over to the media console and hits a button. “No, but Daniel does.” Nathan presses the button for the GPS and he’s right; it’s taking us exactly where we need to go. Where we need to go is a seedy looking building in Brixton with a logo that mimics the signs for the subway system, but in black and white. Fluorescent green letters in a spray paint font declare “The Underground” is the name of the club.

I held the fang, my finger tracing the runes carved into it. It was heavy as it carried a lot of history, promises… And now, a deceptive eternity. "Your Highness." A charming voice greeted Daniel respectfully, and we turned to find an Omega standing under the shade of the doorway, holding a map. "Here are the charts of the Rogue movements near the northern border. The generals are already waiting in the antechamber." If I recalled correctly, the Omega's name was Anna—Lulu had told me about her. Daniel frowned ever so slightly, but that reaction was gone in a flash.

ALEXANDER "Keep searching till you find something. We won't leave empty-handed." There’s a rhythm to places like this. Underground. Not just in location, in energy. In the way people breathe when they think no one important is watching. Music pounds overhead. Bass thick enough to feel in your bones. Bodies move. Sweat. Heat. Noise. Chaos. Perfect cover. Which is exactly why I’m here. I lean against the railing overlooking the lower floor.

Kailee Bennett I should’ve just kept scrolling but I just couldn’t resist after liking one picture of Noah on I*******m. I swiped to his profile God damn. No matter how times I stalk his I*******m and how many times see the same pictures, I still get mesmerized like I was seeing for the first time. I keep telling myself to stop. But my fingers had a mind of their own. They just kept scrolling and scrolling I’d scrolled so far down Noah’s I*******m page, I was practically in 2020. Shirtless beach photos. Prom tux shots. Smirking selfies that looked like they were carved by gods and filtered by angels.