The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

He asked. "Yes, boss" the person on the other end answered. "Did you send the letters?" The hood man asked. "Yes boss" "Wait for my next signal before you send the next one. Kill them both when the last package is sent". "Yes boss I understand " "Good" and the call was disconnected. ~~ "Were you in a call?" Drizzy asked walking toward Ethan. "Ahh, yes it was the event planner" "Oh okay, how is the preparation going?" "Good. And how was your shopping. Did you buy everything you needed?".

The men of the Bratvam took turns, making the men in front of us swallow, and when they started to struggle, urine began to flow. "I don't know how much longer we can stay," I said. You can do whatever you want with them, but I want them alive." We left the basement with the sound of screams in the background. My phone started ringing, and I smiled when I saw the blondy's name on the caller ID. "Tell me, Doll," I answered, putting it on speaker so my brothers could listen. "Do you have time to come back?" she asked in a whisper. "On our way, blondy.

“Who said the young Boss is a stoic and reasonable man. He is a stupid jerk.” Gasping for breath she finally reached the basement. “T-The P-Phone…G-Give it.” She was breathing heavily after rushing down in less than a minute from a more than ten storyed building. ***** Kim entered the elevator with a sad heart since he was left behind just like that. When he reached the basement, he came out straightening his back as if nothing had happened. “Bo….BOSSSSS?” Kim looked at the scene before him his soul almost floating out of his mouth.

I've been watching for a few minutes only to get a call. "Ugh who's this human disturbing my peace. Is a lil time alone too much to ask?". I say to myself just as I was reaching for my phone. OMG what am I gonna say or do... But wait, why is he calling me? Y'all know who's calling? Guess, come on. It's LAWRENCE FU**ING BASMA. "Hello Mr. Bas---" . He didn't even let me complete my sentence. " What time is it?". What a strange question.

I laughed. “Poor Rose! I don’t think her good looks could balance out his ugliness!” Jeremy caught on. We spent the next half hour ribbing Kam about his future children, and we were still at it when Jimmy came in with the pizzas and a case of the good beer. “You three ready to have your asses kicked tonight?” he asked. The four of us grinned at each other and took everything to the basement to play Call of Duty.

Even uncle and aunt is not able to calm him down. Even we grew our territory and our mafia empire is stonger than ever.. Even a common man will think twice before looking our way.. I kissed her forehead one last time before heading out.. I walked down to the ground floor.. My eyes twitched and hands fisted and I walked in the basement.. 4 people hung on the wall... That head maid, Miron, Rory and George or Sean, whatever you call him..

Staying home 24/7 like Italy proposed a lockdown, cooking like I worked in a 5-star restaurant, and now, once Callum touched me, I’d be willingly spreading my legs. My cheeks heated up, and I bit my lips until Leona hit my shoulders with hers, pulling me out of my reverie. “What are you thinking, girlie?” The reason why I missed Rina — that dirty mouth would have called me a whore and more synonyms at the end of every sentence. I smiled as she pushed the door to the basement open. Dust and webs welcomed us like it hadn’t been opened for years. “Cough, cough.”

Ember’s POV – Basement “Hey! Where the hell are you guys?” Ember’s voice cracked against the damp, suffocating air of the basement. Her throat burned, but she screamed louder, her rage bleeding into desperation. “I don’t know what you want, but you should just kill me instead! Come on, kill me now, you old piece of shit!” Her words echoed off the cold walls, bouncing back taunting her. Suddenly, heavy footsteps stormed down the stairs. The door to the basement slammed open, and Martina stormed in, her eyes flashing fury.

Thank God for this pull-out storage; we were hidden except for Callahan’s head, peering at my daughter. “Mr. Barclay,” Jessy muttered, not correcting him. “Where’s E…” she cleared her throat. “Mom?” “Basement,” he answered briefly, his other hand grabbing my hips to stop me from moving. “Basement?” Jessy snorted. “This is the basement, Mr. Barclay.” “I know,” he answered in a low voice. “She’s in the basement’s basement.” He cursed inwardly and forced me to arch my back. I bit my bottom lip hard, clenching my fists against the wall as my body quivered.

Holding hands, they went back inside and the Horror they were watching was over, so they decided to go to sleep. It was only three o'clock in the morning when he woke up, acting carefully so as not to hear his crackle. He went straight to the basement where there was a mixture of fishy and rotten smell. He took some equipment for what he was planning to do with his colleagues. His decision is complete and he will never undo it. When he came out of the basement, someone called him so he forgot to close the basement door. He first unloaded all the belongings outside the house when he answered the call.