The Second Story Novels & Stories

She looked at Max and leaned close, “I don’t think it is on this floor.” “What?” he asked. “The attic stairs should be here to get to the top of the house.” “I know, but I saw something in my memories.” She said as she looked up to him, “It was on the second floor. Just humor me, please.” “Anything you say, My love,” Max said as he looked around. “Keep going and look for hidden catches. This family liked their secrets, including secret doors with rooms attached. We are going to the second floor for a minute.”

“I’m afraid you’ll need to get anoth-“ “Just tell me where he is,” Tristan interrupted. “This is important.” “Second floor, first door, but I’m telling you, he won’t entertain you anymore,” the woman shook his head as she went back to her writing. Tristan never wasted any second. He went straight to the stairs and climbed towards the second story. Surprisingly, there were more people found there compared to the ground floor. The place had lesser bookshelves with more tables and couches. It could be seen as a reading area since many young people were there, reading books.

Because it would be bad if anyone knew about my actual identity. I took the stairs to get to the second floor, located quite high from the ground floor. The lower level contains a collection of fiction books, magazines, and foreign language lessons. At first, I was surprised to see this world also had novels and comics, as in the world I came from. With the nearly same quality, I quite enjoyed some of it. Meanwhile, I headed to the second level, containing the books of non-fiction, science, biography, and history. This section was I frequently visited.

Dark. My phone buzzed. *Come inside. Top floor. Alone. Leave your phone. Leave everything. I'll be watching.* I looked at the building. Thirty stories. Glass. Steel. Dark except for one light. Top floor. Where Catherine waited. I got out. Left my phone on the seat. Walked to the entrance. The door was unlocked. Waiting for me. Inside, elevator already open. Waiting. I stepped in. Pressed 30. The doors closed. Going up. Alone. Unarmed. Unprotected.

After taking a full minute to respond, her voice was icy and distant. “You are right. I am no one’s plaything. Not even yours. Nor am I a maid, or a personal assistant, or anything else that you have called me. And just so we are clear, I am not exactly thrilled with being your second-choice or your secret either.” “Jenna ----” “No, Danny. Stop. We haven’t talked in two weeks –-“ “Because you wouldn’t pick up the phone --- “

My heart skipped a few beats as I walked in. “Jenny, this is Tessa Williams our new Marketing Director,” Jason introduced us. “I just finished setting up Ms. Tessa’s information on our answering system, just hit number nine to retrieve your messages in the future Ms. Tessa,” she said. “Great job, Jenny.” Jason said. “Thank you,” I replied to her and followed Jason to the elevator. He explained, “The first floor is just for reception and lobby areas. The second and third levels are attorney offices, the third is for our paralegals and the break room. We’ll stop there so I can give you the tour.”

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

She always wants coffee as much as I always want her. "Babe.... this isn't the direction to the beach.... where are we going, tell me." She says fast with a intimidating tone. "Ummmmm. To the beach." I smiled. "Babe. I'll go home if you don't tell me." She knew I'd tell her. "Coffee shop first." I chuckle. "Oh." She said as she adjusted herself in her seat. "Almost there." I said.

Scarlet's POV I started with cleaning the hallways this morning. I didn't want to have any awkward encounters with the Alpha and his friends. I was sure they were still sleeping. It was still very early so most of the pack members were sleeping except for those on patrol. I was done with the first floor, so I navigated my way through the house and started heading to the second floor. As I was about to take the first step, I heard Sharon call me. I froze.

She is my cousin and I am the second oldest of all of us, it's my responsibility to take care of them. "This is not the right place for that, come on, we need a little privacy." I walked and he followed me now. We are on the second floor of the mansion now, there are not many people and no one can hear us. It's not that loud at the top either. "Okay, now. Let me hear your story." I sat down and sipped the wine glass I brought, she took a deep breath and began to tell me everything.