The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

I pulled him up off the floor. "I'll figure out how to get Hallie somewhere safe. But I still cannot take this job." Brody stood there, wanting to say more but unable to find the words. A deafening roar suddenly tore through the silence outside. The sound of rotor blades grew from a distant hum to a thundering pulse, and the entire room trembled. A black helicopter descended onto the base's landing pad, the silver logo of Lattimer Maritime Group gleaming on its fuselage. The rotors had not even fully stopped before the cabin door swung open.

No Arico, no Javier; just a bunch of stupid henchmen who of course all ended up dead. Now I was just sitting here, counting my losses and beating a dead horse. I was getting drunk and wasted; a bunch of lilies were in my room, they helped me sleep better sometimes. But now I doubt they'd be able to work their magic on me anymore, not with this latest information. I tried to remember if I could catch anything different from the call that was made. Only an eerie silence and echoes could I make out. It was either he was in a basement or somewhere very enclosed. I tried reaching the number he called me with and as usual it went straight to voicemail. That bastard made sure he was the only one ab

Always basements. I heard myself say it before I could stop: “Can I get someone to come with me on this one?” The silence that followed was almost comical. Carl raised his eyebrows. From the next desk over, Marianne actually turned in her chair. “Wait,” she said, grinning. “The great Nyssa Damaris is asking for backup?” Carl chuckled. “What’s the matter, finally found a rat bigger than you? Or did something in the last basement actually jump out and bite you?”

Jon breathes. "Told you!" I shout in triumph. I pull my phone out and message Tisha, telling her to come to the basement. Jon calls Lance and orders him and Jedd to get here as quickly as possible. "Just in case we need back up," he says. "We don't know what we are walking into, and it's best if we have a little more fighting power than just the three of us. Jade laughs, but otherwise, has remained quiet. "What did you f... Holy shit!" Tisha exclaims after entering the basement and seeing the concrete staircase descending underground. "What the fuck is that?"

“Someone is coming up from the basement.” And somewhere below the hospital— The elevator dinged.

To help her first love, Simon Ahern, win the sprint championship, my girlfriend, Cecelia Holt, deliberately locked me in the basement the night before the competition. She looked at me icily and said grimly, "How many times have you beaten him? So what if I give the championship to him?" Later, she even broke my legs to help him steal the national team selection spot. I desperately asked Cecelia why she treated me like this; I was her boyfriend after all. However, she retorted, "He accompanied me through the three years of depression. I must fulfill this wish for him." However, she had no idea that with my legs gone, I was no different from someone who had lost their life. When I stop

"And we called you several times. Why didn't you answer?" Mom froze. Her shaking fingers pulled out her phone. She opened her call history. Sixteen missed calls. All from the hospital. At the time, she'd been furious. She saw an unknown number and figured Vienna had found someone else to help her pull another stunt. So she didn't answer. She wasn't about to let that brat play her. She was going to break that attitude and remind her who was in charge. The hand holding her phone started to shake. "I... I didn't know it was the hospital..." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I thought she was pulling something again..."

“Thanks, Ann, but not tonight. Promise it’s the last time.” “Stubborn child.” I saw Trisha whisper in Isaac’s ear, while the man looked around with eyes like grapefruits. “Shall we, Joseph?” I said, standing slowly up. My fingers hurt when I pressed them against the table. Ouch. Price and his damned cheekbones. The basement door opened by itself, pushing Isaac to the brink of a heart attack. “After you.” “Thank you. Night, guys. Let’s hope the Haunter is as kind as to let us sleep.”

While in the midst of wanting to turn the world upside down, my phone rang again and I looked around the room to see where it was ringing from, I saw it at the corner of the wall where it was laid, ringing. I picked it up, it looked bad, really bad but I could still take a call, so I slid the call to the accept icon and put it on speaker, “Boss, we got her, we are at the basement,” Gio's voice came through from the other side of the phone. “I'll be there shortly,” I replied, at last I didn't lose everything, this one should be able to lead me to the rest of her family. I stepped out of the scattered room heading for the basement, it was like a 25-minute walk from my room even after using the

Zoey didn’t hesitate, "There’s a basement beneath the dining table in the Harmon family villa. Do you know about it?" Matteo frowned. "A basement? I don’t seem to remember." Jordan quickly chimed in, "It’s a basement you had people dig. How come you don’t remember now?" Matteo clutched his head, "I feel a bit dizzy." Dahlia spoke up, "Don’t overthink it, or your head will hurt more." She lowered her voice, glancing at Zoey, "I’ll be handling the discharge paperwork shortly. If you want to see the old man, you’ll need to contact us in advance. If we’re in a good mood, maybe we’ll let you see him!"