The Last Call From The Basement Mga Nobela at Kwento

The room was drowned in grief when Claire's phone began to ring. At first, Anthony thought it was a telemarketer. However, after a few seconds, he fumbled to put the call on speaker. "Hello, Ms. Moretti," the caller began. "We're following up about the burial plot you selected. Would you like to secure it with a 5% deposit? Ms. Moretti? Are you still there?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard "burial plot".

sad life. "I'm not a target," I whispered back, my eyes fixed on Professor Hawthorne to avoid his gaze. "I'm just a background character trying to pass a class." "You lie poorly," Alexander whispered, his silver-gray eyes boring into the side of my face. "I watched your window last night, Bellona. I saw you at the glass. Why was Denzel Darkmoor standing in the freezing dark, staring at your room?" My heart skipped a violent beat. My fingers tightened into fists at my sides. Alexander saw him? Why all of a sudden did they all focus on me? I didn't want this...

I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media, when a livestream title suddenly caught my eye—"The Other Woman Crash Course." Curious, I entered to see a woman talking animatedly, "My sugar daddy gives me 200,000 every month. I just need to keep him satisfied!" Viewers were doubtful and asked, "I don't believe you. Tell us how you two met." She smiled. "That's alright. You don't get to meet someone like that every day. I met him after doing a bone marrow transplant with his girlfriend three years ago. That's how I met this golden bachelor." I frowned. I had a bone marrow transplant three years ago too. Suddenly, the door opened, and she covered her phone in panic. A man's deep

It might be their last day of work. As soon as the waitress walked away. Crystal tense expression calmed as she started eating. A smile made its way on Aiden's lips, but as soon as it came, it went away. He wanted to ask her to continue what she was saying, but the phone call stopped him. He checked the caller id and immediately picked it up. "Boss, we have found the man you were looking for. He is tied up in the basement. We are waiting for your order, boss." His expression turned frosty once again. His fist clenched tight as he stood up.

I don't know how I feel, to be honest, but going downstairs I grab my phone from the counter and call up one of my men "Who is at the basement," I ask calling the guard that's on shift tonight "Dimitri from the casino and Kyle, American Don's little brother," he says and I sigh "Well put them both in the same cell and call some guards seems today we are going to have some fun," I say and he says 'Yes sir' I can practically hear the smile in his voice Bella POV:

The apartment that I kept for my sexual rendezvous. When I arrived at the basement of my building, I called Oscar and smiled when the man pick up after the first ring. "Eager are we?" "I'm not sure, maybe..." "Oscar, get out of the car, meet me at the basement elevator, south entrance, basement one. Now. So I can continue showing you just how straight you are," My instructions were stern and I dropped my voice lower, knowing that no gay man had been able to resist my seduction.

Denver crouched in pain as Samuel's fist landed on his gut. Kamilla gasped in terror, contrary to the laughter that erupted among the Petrov men. ****tbc****

“Tell me what’s wrong.” “It’s nothing, Adrian. I just… got lost in the hallway.” She hesitated, then added, “And… I found a basement. I didn’t even know this place had one. I mean, I know your… line of work, and most mansions do, but this one felt different. Eerie. I heard weird noises down there… Adrian… is something down there? Are you guys running some trafficking operation or… those dark mafia things no one ever talks about?”

If only he had an idea about who he was dealing with, then he wouldn’t have decided to go ahead on this cold war with me. Because in the end, he was doomed to fail. Averting my gaze from him, I placed a call through Aiden. “Are you ready, cousin? Have you found out about anything?” Aiden’s voice came from the other line. “With the secret cameras set over the place, I haven’t discovered anything yet. However, there is something off, I can see some women trooping into the basement. They look more like stylists” “There is a basement?!!” I sounded alarmed.

The call was about the rogues attack and it took a while, so I talked with Jude in my office. By the time I needed the call, we weren't really in the heat of the moment. I walked back to the room and I noticed she was no longer there. "Jenna", I called out, walking through the hallway but no one answered. She couldn't have gone out without telling me. Then, a voice, almost inaudible sounded from the end of the hallway, it sounded like it was from Below. “Down here! In the basement!", the voice said and a wave of urgency surged through me as I rushed over.