Second Story Novels & Stories

A roll of white paper caught her eye. Upon opening it slowly, she knit her brows in annoyance; it was no wonder it hurt, as the paper was wrapped around a pebble. Fortunately, it wasn't bleeding, though she was sure a bruise would form. Her slender fingers unfurled the paper, and she read the hurried handwriting: [If you want to know what you’ve been seeking, meet me on the second floor at night!] “What does this mean? Which second floor is she talking about?”. Monica rolled the paper back up and hid it in her fist. She headed to her room, wondering about the location mentioned in the note, certain it couldn't be in her own house.

I lean back against the pillows, my wolf stirring uneasily. Something tells me my life has already changed forever. NEXT DAY The room feels smaller when the Alpha King arrives. His presence is heavy, pressing down on my chest until it’s hard to breathe. Everyone bows instinctively, but I can’t take my eyes off him. Alpha Allen holds a sealed scroll, his hands trembling. “This is ancient,” he says quietly. “A law we hoped would never be needed again.” The Alpha King’s gaze lands on me. “The Law of the Second Mark,” he says.

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

Despite all the infected up there, there are still more down here. "Chuck," I say, waving and grabbing his attention. "What," Chuck asks, turning to face me. "Where are the stairs?" "Stairs," Chuck repeats. "What stairs?" "The stairs to the second floor," I answer. I point toward the walkways and everyone looks. "The second floor is still crowded but it's not as crowded as down here. I think we have a better chance up there than we do down here. So again, where are the stairs?" "Yeah," Chuck slowly says, "That may be a problem."

Gilbert suggested Jai smiled. "Hm. Alright. I'll go up then. Thanks, Gilbert." "I'll call you if we need anything," Gilbert waved his hand as Jai went upstairs with Shoru. The second floor of the building was like a gathering hall. There were two billboards near the stairs, a large map on one side of the wall, four long tables and benches, and two bookshelves. There was also a desk and chair in one side of the room with flags decorating the wall behind it.

With my business done and out of the way, I got a ride back to the Moretti Estate. Upon opening the door, I walked into the unfamiliar sound of a woman chuckling in the living room. The hallway was cluttered with suitcases, and the household help scurried to move the bags upstairs. Dressed in a comfortable floral nightgown, Charlie nestled on the sofa with her swollen belly. Casen took the plate of fruit from the butler and brought a piece of apple to Charlie’s lips.

"Sorry I didn’t recognize you, sir. You’re free to go up." "Thank you," Caesar said with a smile, before heading toward the stairwell. Luckily, Sheila’s apartment was on the third floor. Though he could have easily climbed to the tenth floor, the building's top level, he was grateful for the shorter hike. Her apartment was second to last down the hallway, and he headed over, already hearing music spilling from inside. He pressed the doorbell, and within moments, Sheila herself answered, holding a red plastic cup and waving him in.

She almost jumped in the air at every statement. “Of course, darling. Let’s go,” Stewart said with a laugh. “Your room is on the second floor—the third room on the left, while Nathan’s room is the second room on the left. I picked the one with the biggest windows for both of you,” he explained as they walked inside.

Chapter One Lily stood in the doorway of her once-shared bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. The room, now stripped of any personal belongings, felt cold and empty. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was it. The moment she had been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. She was finally leaving Mark, her controlling and jealous husband of five years. As she picked up her suitcase, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew Mark would be devastated, but she couldn't continue living a life devoid of love and happiness.

“Follow me.” The long-haired woman started walking towards it, followed by her close friend. They were up the stairs a few minutes later, carrying a tray containing a cup of coffee and a sandwich. When he arrived on the second floor, Abby opened the glass door, which was an outdoor area, because there were many tables and chairs. Before they arrived at the area, it turned out that there were already several customers occupying them, both indoors and outdoors. "What was wrong with you? Why do we have to go up to the second floor and—"