Staircase That Never Ends Novels & Stories

I knew I had never seen such before. The hallway opened to another large room which did not exactly look like a room because it was empty save for the foot a staircase. The staircase was gigantic, winding up in a spiral fashion and opening up to two wings on the first floor. I nearly gasped in awe at the sight of the huge staircase- it looked just as intimidating as the walls of the house.

After hours of traveling I arrived at The Marchessi mansion and from the way I was welcomed it would take a guess to know they are all aware of who I am. One of her many guards led me into the house and damn I have never been awed by an architecture as I was now. The dark interior screamed beauty and power and the crystal like chandelier did not fail in compliment the entire design of the living room. I've been to so many of her properties but none compares to the beauty of this. My eyes shifted to the spiral shaped staircase and I was amazed by the marble tiles and expensive looking rails.

I knew I had never seen such before. The hallway opened to another large room which did not exactly look like a room because it was empty save for the foot a staircase. The staircase was gigantic, winding up in a spiral fashion and opening up to two wings on the first floor. I nearly gasped in awe at the sight of the huge staircase- it looked just as intimidating as the walls of the house.

She looked at the opposite side of the bed but found no one. "How do I get here?" She muttered with her eyes full of tears. It's her first time, the pain was much. She finds it difficult to stands from the bed. She staggered a little but she lean on the wall to regain her strength. She looked around for her clothes, She saw her blue gown and her white bra rumple on the flow and saw her pant at the left side of the bed which she slowly walked towards the direction to pickup. She saw the door of the bathroom opened and rush in to wash the blood on her body off.

Joseph replied. "I wish I could stay for some more time. But I guess I have to go. This seems like a long staircase," Ms. Lilac eyed the staircase they reached after walking for 10 minutes. The forest was gone. Everything around them was clouds and a beautiful stairway starting from one end towards the sky. "It just looks like a long one. But it isn't. It is time for you to rest now, ma'am. You've done a great job while you were alive. I hope you will rest well," Joseph bowed his head to her.

"Let us sit here, my dear! At this corner, we could clearly see the dragons' eyes gazing at us. What a great idea to have a fountain at the middle of the room with dragons spewing water! You don't only enjoy your food but the sight as well. My friend is really a genius, don't you think?" Amelia kept on chattering about her friend, the beautiful fountain, and how the architectural plan helped the restaurant to become a popular hang-out for rich people like them. Her daughter, on the other hand, was not listening, she was focusing on the left side where they sit, on someone she remembered she met before. He was alone and eating quietly. Imman noticed her, smiled, and went back to his food. He

“If you tell her that, I’ll deny it until my dying breath, but yeah. Upsetting her was never an option for me. Which gave me some mad respect for her dad. And that’s the reason I came back here the day of his funeral and made…that.” When he pointed up, I tipped my head way back, and my mouth fell open in shock. On the bottom of a concrete staircase, about twenty feet up was a Black Crimson original. Depicting Jack and the Beanstalk, it showed a boy climbing a building that was covered in vines. And in the clouds above was the quote that went with it. No one knows how many steps there are on the stairway to heaven. We just know that it’s one hell of a climb.

“It is not forgiveness. It is simply that I no longer want anything to do with you.” I pressed the button on my wheelchair, backing up half a step. “Mr. Benson, Mr. York, regarding our business partnership, a designated representative will handle the follow-up with you. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave.” With that, I turned my wheelchair around and began moving toward the door. As I passed Tyler, he suddenly grabbed the armrest of my wheelchair. “Nora! Don’t go, please don’t go!” His face was stained with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.

I rushed toward the machine and tried to stop it, only to realize the controls were locked with a password. Panicked, I called Suzanna. She responded with impatience. “I was only scaring you. The grinder is a prop. It will stop on its own in a minute. Shane, stop overreacting and come back to cook. Eric loves your cooking.” Before I could reply, she hung up. A second later, the rope snapped. My mother screamed as she fell. I lunged forward, trying to shield her with my own body. I was too late. My mother died right before my eyes. A broken scream tore from my throat.

Yet, despite the overwhelming opposition from the Kingston family, she remained firm—she wanted Lucas to marry me. One afternoon, during the wedding preparations, Lucas took Grandma Eve and me for a stroll in the park. As we reached a slope, she scribbled a note, saying she was thirsty. Lucas hurried off to buy water, leaving me to watch over her. Then, suddenly, her entire body tensed. Her eyes locked onto something in the distance, filled with urgent recognition as if she had just seen a ghost from her past. Alarmed, I gripped her wheelchair and scanned the surroundings. But there was no one.