The Last Call From The Basement Novels & Stories

I'd been with Leo Blackwood for five years. But we'd never once made it through a mating ceremony. Every time we were about to seal the bond, something would happen with Linda—his adopted sister. And every single time, Leo would leave me behind. This time, he swore he'd planned everything down to the last detail. Promised he wouldn't miss it. I waited five days and five nights—because I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. He never showed. Instead, I got attacked by rogues. Got infected with wolfsbane because of it. At the very last moment, I called Leo. It was Linda who picked up. She put the video on, and that's when I saw it—Leo and Linda, right in the middle of some celebration. "Freya." H

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Susan’s face sank as she ordered, “Security! Lock him in the basement! If you refuse to admit your mistake, don’t ever think about coming out.” She turned her back to me, missing the trail of blood dragging behind me on the floor. With a harsh click, the door to the basement locked. An agonizing pain spread from my surgical wound, each bout more excruciating than the last. I curled up on the cold floor and gave up on struggling. Just as I was quietly waiting for death to claim me, my phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Grandma. However, it wasn’t her voice on the other end.

Her blonde her rests around her face like a curtain and shields her features from view. "Rachel," I let out groggily. At once her face appears and snaps up to meet my own. She hurriedly scoots to me and tries to raise me up into a sitting postiton. I feel so weak. "It took awhile for it to wear off me. You should be fine soon," she whispers softly. I nod my head and take the chance to look around me. It looks like we're in a small basement. Nothing is placed in this room, but one single light bulb that hangs from the ceiling above giving off a soft glow. It must of been what I saw flickering earlier.

I lower the phone and whirl around. The last time I was drunk in a bar and felt the energy shift like this, a vampire was feeding off an unwilling human in the basement. This, though…this doesn’t feel like a vampire. It feels bigger, which doesn’t make sense. I’m drunk and confused. Yeah…that has to be it. I hold up my phone again and this time I get so far as unlocking it. Before I can read Lucas’s words, the same vibration echoes through the bar. I’m not paying attention to what I’m doing as I look around again, and somehow, I’ve accidentally called Lucas.

Carlos gave Caleb one last look of pure disgust before following his boss out into the hallway. They walked up the stairs, leaving the basement behind and Maxton felt a bit of the tension leave his shoulders, but he was still irritated. Down in the basement, the guard untied Caleb’s hands and the old man fell to the floor that was covered in his own urine, while rubbing his wrists. He waited until he heard the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs click shut before glaring at the guard, who was also walking away.

Alice and I stated at the same time. “Basement?” Alice asked with her eyebrow raised. “Basement.” I nodded as we walked over to the elevator. The basement was a private area of the house for the family, but only occupied by Alice and I. It was our lady version of a man cave. Full bar, pool table, couch, projector, game consoles, indoor jacuzzi, everything you could ever want or need to relax and have fun. It was off limits to everyone, so we loved going there to unwind. We entered the sleek elevator and pressed the emergency service button. It was actually a hidden button for the basement, we figured that no one would ever press the emergency services button in a Mafia house. “So how do you

If he ever found out about all the filth Vivian had done behind the scenes, his face would be a picture. But more than that, I was glad because he was finally coming for me. I watched him kick open the door to my shabby little room, watched him rage when he couldn't find me there. My smile grew wider and wider. And then—just as he was fuming in frustration—the butler, whom he'd sent to search the entire estate, came running back in a panic. "Mr. Hartwell, Madam Elena is by the pool, but..." The man was trembling so hard he could barely speak. Nathan didn't wait for him to finish. He stormed toward the pool.

The voice was coming from beneath the mansion. Marcus had hidden him in the basement. "No!" Ross shouted as Liam ran toward a hidden staircase. "It's a trap!" But Liam didn't stop. Emma ran after him. "Wait!" Together, they descended into the darkness. The basement was cold and damp. At the end of the corridor was a heavy steel door. Behind it came another weak voice. "Liam..." "My son..." Tears filled Liam's eyes. "Dad!" He rushed to the door. It was locked. Noah arrived seconds later.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.