Novel & Cerita The Last Call From The Basement

His eyes remained fixed blindly on the empty space where Claire had just been standing. Suddenly, the heavy vibration of his phone inside his suit pocket cut through his stupor. He pulled the device out absentmindedly, his thumb dragging across the glass screen. One new message from Vanessa Reed. Vanessa: We need to talk right now, Ethan. Come to the apartment. Something happened. Ethan stared blankly at the glowing text, a frown forming on his brow. Before he could even begin to type a response, a second bubble appeared immediately beneath it, the words flashing in the gray afternoon light.

KNOX’S POV The burner phone rang at 2 a.m.I was still awake, had been for hours, unable to sleep after jerking off three times to thoughts of Elara. My cock was raw, my balls ached, and I still wanted more. “Talk,” I answered my voice promised violence. “We caught the skull member and we took him to the basement. “I’m on my way.” I said grabbing my jacket. ——- The basement of the old mill smelled like rust, mildew, and fear.

“Last guy who used the word ‘can’t’ with me didn’t live long enough to regret it. So, my cars? On Tuesday?” “Tuesday, Mr. Bellini,” he says. I hang up and stretch. We gotta get a new space. I’ve been working on this basement underneath Lou’s Deli for the past two fucking years, and it still looks like a deli basement. Sure, the meat hooks give it a certain menacing energy, but the smell of cold cuts takes that right out. And I can hear Lou’s kid’s punk music through the part directly under their house sometimes, no matter how much soundproofing I put up. I shut my laptop.

she sat on the chair and dailed Ana's number, Ana picked up in one ring. " Hello" Ana answered from the other end " what's going on girl?, i've been blowing your phone up since last night, i didn't sleep cause to be fair, you asked me not to" " hello Ana" Riley responded "i'm sorry i didn't call or anything, i was ermm, i had a very weird night" " Weird night?, what do you mean by that?" Ana asked " well, where do i start?, let's see, remember Jesse" Riley asked

"He's an incredible writer. He let Pat read a couple of his short stories, and she gave them to me. They were real dark, but beautiful. One was about what goes on in the space between moments of time. It was called 'The Second Hand.' He had this character who suddenly begins to live between the moments, and finds that there is more going on there than in normal time." "Sounds interesting. What made the story dark?" "The guy was in the last hour of his life. But it took him a year to live it." "Did the guy know it was his last hour?" Ray hesitates. He must know Seymour is not well. "I don't know, Lara." He has not used my name before. "Call me Sita," I say, surprising myself. He raises an eye

Just then, my phone began to buzz in my sweatpants pocket. "Boss, the other factor seems to be raising another…” "Any foresight?" I questioned, cutting him off. "Yes, boss, right here in the basement," he replied. "On my way," I said, hanging up. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Ahhhhhh!!!!! The loud screams of the little girl echoed in the dark basement. I raised the whip and lashed it again on her back. Her screams reminded me of Iris; she would tell me about her pain while beads of sweat fell down her forehead as she cried.

he says, and we pull out of the parking lot in silence. ********* Being dragged and thrown into dirty basements should never become a norm for anyone, but for me, the last week has been filled with just that. After hours of driving and crying last night, the murders had pulled into a massive circle driveway. They had then drug me to the basement of the biggest mansion I have ever seen and tossed me into an unfinished room. I hadn't heard or seen anything since, but I have a feeling my peaceful vacation is about to end. "Get up, newbie," a shrill female voice says before banging on the door to my suite.

They left their phones and went down the basement, midway, they heard the door upstairs got locked again which made them nervous. But they comforted theirselves with the thought of getting rid an ant that's trying to continue biting their skin! At the end of the stairs was another iron door, they knocked and it opened after a few seconds, what happens next where shocking that they didn't do anything than get dragged inside. A series of clapping resonated the enclosed basement while Isaac and his men were all silent and staring cold at them from the sidelines. "The greedy, the enabler, and the bully! look who we got here!" It was the young man, Marcus Eastwood wearing a big smile on his face

Everyone started glancing around at each other a split second later, scrutinizing faces to see if anyone had an explanation. A plume of black smoke emerged above the buildings across the street, providing the first clue as to what had transpired. Then came another low boom, this time a little closer than the last one. Dr. Lanna sprang from her seat and turned to face the cafe’s barista, who’d come out onto the patio and was staring at the strange site along with everyone else. "Sir, do you have a basement?" she asked in hurried, thick English. "Yes," he answered in kind. "Why, madam?"

GIOVANNI'S POV The humid air of the basement clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of mildew and something metallic – blood, filled my nostrils. I took a slow drag from my cigarette, the cherry glowing menacingly in the dim light. I usually didn't frequent this part of the estate. It was reserved for… unpleasantries. But tonight, the basement felt almost festive, charged with the kind of anticipation that crackled just beneath the surface. Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan.