Staircase That Never Ends Novels & Stories

"Do not tell me you're the legendary…" "Was, now, I'm yours." "All you need to do is follow the stairs." "The stairs…" "Yes." "But, I can't see them." "Think about them." The stairs started appearing. Leading into all direction, some of them were up while some of them were upside down. VII

Her mother, a high-society lady who valued the subservience of the household staff, frowned. “This is unacceptable.” They remained still until they convinced themselves that no one would help them with the luggage. “Something must have happened,” Angelina tried to justify, although unease grew in her chest. Silence prevailed until James appeared at the top of the staircase; he was especially handsome, wearing a black tailcoat of matte silk. He descended without any haste, each step creaking under his slow footsteps. There was a sinister aura around him, something in the intensity of his gaze that instilled a feeling of strangeness.

At the center of the circle, the ground responded to her presence. Not visually. Not with light or sound. Just a subtle tremor. A shift in pressure. And then… the ice sank. Silently. Gracefully. A spiral staircase revealed itself—formed of metal older than any on the Earth’s registry, etched with non-standard glyphs that pulsed faintly as Lena approached. Jessica whispered, “That’s not military.” Michael’s jaw clenched. “That’s not human.” Lena didn’t hesitate. She descended. The stairway was cold, but not dead. The air felt preserved, as if the place had been holding its breath, waiting for her.

And because the room is like a circular staircase, we can clearly see what is happening. “No...” I hear Stacey's whispers. As if she has heard our thoughts, Yohanne looks at us. She smiles as she mouths us, go. Before she hugs Sid and they go flying to the ground. They drop down past us, diving to the hard cold hard floor at the bottom. Stacey goes to the railings to see her friend and the mad stranger dying at the bottom and the white marble floor starts to get red from the two who are losing their lives. She pushes herself to climb down and reach her best friend even though her feet are now bleeding again from the pressure she puts on them, leaving trails of red liquid on the golden stairs

“My soul space? This is just a dream.” “A dream where you can feel the steps beneath your feet, where you can taste and feel the air? Well you’ll learn over time, just as I did.” Rainer looked around the space, to find a vast world where stars were shining above and below the staircase. “Where do these stairs go?” “Up.” “Ok smartass, up to where?” “To the center of your world.” Rainer sighed “This dream is getting weird; someone wake me up.”

I looked at Jaira, “You can have them, if you want.” I received so many gifts and love letters in our university, but I ignored and rejected all of it. I don’t want to accept anything to those men. So Jaira was the one who benefits from those gifts. Our ordered arrived and we started eating. She talks about many things, and I just listened to her. Until we finished eating, I thought we will about to leave. It’s already seven in the evening. “Hey, hey! Since we’re already here, why don’t we take a look on the bar upstairs? I am just curious what the bar looks like.”

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

Lucy was at home, still living with her parents, she shook her head why she hadn’t moved out, yet she still didn’t know. Her mobile was downstairs she had nothing on it yet, Just Emma’s number. She felt so stupid still after dropping her phone in the lake. She laughed as she remembered watching James had jump in after it. He had tried so hard to get it before it sank. But it was too late. It was dead. She had popped the battery out and left it to dry in pieces over the course of the next few days, but she reluctantly had to go and get a new phone on Friday when she realised it was toast! Lucy heard the phone ringing downstairs and her mum walking across the hardwood floor to answer it. Her