Second Story Novels & Stories

Because it would be bad if anyone knew about my actual identity. I took the stairs to get to the second floor, located quite high from the ground floor. The lower level contains a collection of fiction books, magazines, and foreign language lessons. At first, I was surprised to see this world also had novels and comics, as in the world I came from. With the nearly same quality, I quite enjoyed some of it. Meanwhile, I headed to the second level, containing the books of non-fiction, science, biography, and history. This section was I frequently visited.

“ That's it, girl! Let's go before Noah disappears with the key.” She opens an old gate all rusty and starts a contest of which part of the building would be the most pitiful to be in. The stairs are veritable smokestacks, and wastebaskets must be out of this world for them to throw almost anything on the floor. Going up each step is a kind of race to reach some oxygen that exists only on the second floor thanks to two broken glass windows. “ The apartment I told you about is there. Mine is on the second floor. It is one of the biggest in the building and I share it with Noah.”

The second floor used to house offices for a comics publishing company, which had since relocated to the neighboring building. After closing the orange juice jug, I glanced to my right, where bright blue stairs ascended towards a loft area on the second floor. The space was adorned with colorful beanbags, sofas, coffee tables, and mounted televisions continuously playing superhero films. If I were to rank my favorite places in the world, J. Son Paradise would come in at a close second, just behind any swimming pool. Any pool would do.

Lilian sneered, "Wendy, you still claim you didn't follow Mr. Hawk here? You're clearly stalking him! You're so manipulative. You even knew Stanley lived on the 9th floor. Are you obsessed or something? What's wrong with you?" Wendy turned to Stanley. "You live on the 9th floor?" Stanley simply pointed with his eyes toward Unit 901. "This is mine." Wendy nodded. "I see."

True to his word, there are candles leading the way—small votive candles placed on the floor, creating a flickering path through the ruins toward a partially intact staircase. "Morrison, are you getting this?" I whisper as I start climbing the stairs. Static crackles in my ear, then Morrison's voice, faint but audible: "We're here, Caroline. Take it slow." The second floor is in better condition than the ground level, with several rooms that still have most of their walls intact. The candle trail leads me down a hallway toward what looks like it might have been a study or library, based on the built-in shelving that still lines the walls.

she scrambled on her keyboard and then turned to me “She's on the first floor, The second door by the right” “Thank you,” I hurried to the elevator and kept hitting the open button but nothing was happening, I looked around and saw the Fire exit stairs and immediately I sprinted towarfs it and began running up two steps at a time until I was at the first floor and out of breath. I looked into the hallway and spotted the second room on the right. I hurried towards it, and without hesitation I walked in.

She felt his gaze on her but she didn’t react, anyway she need someone until she reached the 40th floor. They reached the 40th floor in 20 seconds . She looked all the sides of the floor. Right side there is a door mentioned as CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER, left corner there is door mentioned as Assistant of CEO and the other way leads to pantry and balcony where can see a beautiful view of the city.

"I might have to steal that strategy." "Stairwell B, third landing. Nobody ever goes there because the vending machine's broken and everyone assumes the whole floor smells like burnt coffee." He tapped the side of my cup. "This, incidentally, is not burnt. I have a guy on the second floor who makes the good stuff." "You have a coffee guy."

Rhysand chuckled "I have it, of course. But we'll only be up to the second floor. No need to use that for now but we'll use it tomorrow since you don't like climbing stairs like this." I just stayed silent, didn't answer anything, and still followed him as we reached the second floor, which was more private and less crowded than the one below. As many clubs always say: the first floor is used for everyone, and the second floor is for vvips, the last floor.. well for the special people behind the scenes who control everything, I guess.

I don’t know if it’s just me but it really smells like antiseptic. Vincent kept on walking so we just followed. There are no elevators, just stairs. I wonder how we can get all my stuff upstairs? For sure we’ll end up with muscle pains. My room’s luckily just on the second floor so we only need to climb two flights of stairs. I continued to look around while waiting for Vincent to stop. And he did stop at a door with “B23” on it. It was located in the middle of the long hallway.