Step Up 3d Novels & Stories

For science. My leggings cling like second skin, and I know exactly how they move when I climb stairs. One step. Then another. Hips swaying just enough. I don’t look back — not yet — but I feel the shift in the air behind me. The silence isn’t just silence. It’s watching. Halfway up, I pause like I’ve forgotten something. Turn. Catch him. Nick’s standing at the foot of the stairs, jaw tight, arms crossed — and his eyes? Nowhere near my face.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

It led me past all of their doors until I arrived at a door which opened into a set of stairs. Usually, I would have been angry or dissatisfied but the thrill kept growing stronger the closer I got to the room for the forbidden. As I went down the stairs, I began to feel my core hitting up. It was almost my entire body was alive and aware of what was going to go down tonight. Memories of that night started floating back into my mind and by the time I arrived at the door, I was already wet. What the fuck was wrong with me? How could I have such a strong desire for those triplets?

she asked, her voice sharp. "I'm not making a scene. I'm being serious. I've got things to do, so I'll leave you all to it." With that, I turned and walked out of the room, not looking back. As soon as I took a few steps, the murmurs started behind me. "Joseph is so dramatic." "Hugo and Luna's video blew up, and our studio got a lot of sponsorships. That's a good thing! Why make a fuss over it?" "I know, right?"

Each step down makes my heart thump in my chest, dread filling me at the possible ways my morning could go, and with James’ absence, I hate it even more. I arrive at the end of the staircase and pull my lips into my mouth before I find the courage to drag my feet forward, jumping when a body appears out of nowhere and I almost crash into the side. I lift my gaze and swallow when I meet Mom’s eyes. She’s dressed for work, her lips pressed into a thin line, and the look in her eyes is anything but inviting. I have a feeling I’m the last person she wants to talk to, but that doesn’t stop me from putting on a smile and opening my mouth in an attempt for a greeting. "Good morn—"

I heard Fred call out to me from behind but my only response was no response at all. I didn't even spare him a single glance back. All I did was wipe my face violently with the back of my palm and my heels stomped hard against the floor as I continued to make way up the stairs. Without waiting to see who it was, I increased my pace up when I started to hear someone come up the stairs after me. At this point, I didn't want to be near anyone at all. Especially Mom! I don't remember ever being so mad at her but the only thing I could do right now asides holding myself from yelling in her face like I would if she appears before me right now is to get myself far from her.

before anything could happen, we suddenly heard a loud voice. It was Ryder, coming out from the garage and walking towards the front door. He was eyeing us like a hawk, and Gabe quickly pulled away. "Kara," Ryder acknowledged me as he stood at an arm’s length away. "Ryder," I replied. All three of us were standing awkwardly by the door. Ryder was shooting daggers at Gabe, and Gabe was just standing uncomfortably. I thought I should ease the tension, so I said, "Gabe, this is my stepbrother, Ryder. Ryder, this is Gabe," I waved my hand around between the two of them.

“Hop, hop, hop!” I hopped three times just like he ordered. We continued and he ordered me in a random number of hops and I didn’t make any slightest mistake. “Go, Serra!” Gugu chanted. “You’re almost there woooah!” she screamed. “Hop!” I hopped the last step of the stair. I looked down at the opposite end of the stair where Grip was standing. He gave me two thumbs up. I felt so strong and mighty up here. He signaled me to go downstairs.

SSHS 133 With hurried steps and a loud voice, Hestia and Albert ascended the stairs and began waking up the students sleeping in them. “Wake up! Get up now! Go to the third floor! Now!” Hestia commanded them as she barked her orders. “Hurry!” she added as she ascended to the floors and went to the doors. She immediately locked the staircase doors linking to the first floor where the bad guys are.

I almost fell forward. "Watch it!" The one carrying me yells too close to my ear. I almost fell face forward. My foot had stumble upon something. I raise my foot and put it down again. Again I stumble. I do the same again. Stairs. I'm going up some stairs. Blindly I raise a foot then the other until finally, we come to a stop. We keep walking forward. Our steps resonate around us. We are in some kind of room, or maybe a building. I take some more stairs. For the number of times I had to raise and put down my foot again, I guess we are on the third floor.