Novel & Cerita Under Stairs Nook

The room wasn't the prettiest one, it was like it needed a feminine touch but not as feminine as that painting over the headboard of the bed. Who was that woman? She needed to find out, it was not her intention to do anything else. She just wanted to meet the person she was going to sleep with every night under the same roof but never in the same bed. Then, as if in a hurry, as if she knew what she was looking for, from one moment to the next, she began to open the drawers of all the furniture around. Until the fifth drawer being the one she opened, Cameron's eyes seemed to light up once again. A small smile broke out on her face at once.

"Max… down there… it feels so itchy. Can you scratch it for me?" She slipped off her little floral skirt and revealed a secret grove—sparse and soft and impossibly beautiful. I didn't have time to admire it. I grabbed her skirt and told her to get dressed and leave my office. Right then, the boss walked back in. I shoved Jean under my desk faster than lightning. The boss pushed the door open. "Max, I looked everywhere. I can't find Jean. Where did she go?" I fought to keep my voice steady. "I don't know. Maybe she went downstairs."

The girl I put through ten years of school stood up at her own graduation and thanked me in front of everyone. A second later, three translucent lines appeared in front of my eyes. [She will steal the Prescott family's trade secrets, start her own company, and turn on you.] [She will publish an essay and put the internet on your family. Your wife will die of a heart attack.] [Prescott Logistics will fold. The estate will go to auction. You will die in front of the men you owe.] I stared at her. "Vanessa. Have you spent all these years filing away everything we did for you as a reason to hate us?" She blinked at me, wide-eyed and innocent. That was when I understood. The snake was al

Seeing that it was more condensed here, but like in a fire situation, Blake didn’t take the elevator to find the source and made his way to the stairs. When he opened the door, a mysterious wind blew to them, and a low moan was in it, blocking it from closing. The three entered the dimly lit staircase and followed the faint aura down. It seemed to emulate from under the building, most likely the basement or utility area housing the plumbing and electrical. “Must we go down the creepy, not well-lit place of the building?” Carol asked with a shutter.

The panic room is built under the basement. With my gaze pinned to the ceiling, I hope no one with a gun discovers the trapdoor and concealed staircase in Lucas’s room. It’s a steep, winding decent meant only for one person at a time. Jay was almost too broad to make it. Even now, having navigated it, I can’t believe the passage exists. Who is up there? What do they want? How will we know when they’re gone?

“We overlooked that. But I’m sure that the kidnapper isn’t there. The basements must be teeming with rats and mice. It would be unhygienic!” “The only unhygienic thing here is the kidnapper’s mind,” I said as I sniffed the air. I started treading the dusty floor, looking for signs of an underground. The most likable place to find it was beneath the stairs of the main hall or under the backyard. The building had two staircases that ran up to the first floor and one that was in the rear, which was a fire exit.

I do not know if I am ready to give them answers. After drinking, I went out of the dining area. I wanted to talk to the maids but I could feel that we do not feel the same way. I could feel that they are avoiding me. I am not insensitive to not notice that. I do not want to go back to Greval's room yet. And I am still not sleepy. I walked around the mansion, looking at the expensive paintings hanging on the wall. I did not notice that I reached the corner of the mansion. I knitted my brows. This is the first time I saw this. There was an underground and a stairs leading to it. What is in there?

There were wooden stairs to the left corner, couches and sitting chairs directly to the left filling up that side of the room. I glanced to the right and saw seating for meals and a double wide door on the back of the wall leading to the kitchen. My memories brought me to the stairs though, and the small area that was visible underneath them. The stairs went up, then turned halfway up and moved to the right the rest of the way into the second floor. Under the first, smallest part there was this empty space and I squatted down to get a better look at it. There were hinge marks on the opening but my heart ached as I saw burn marks on the interior.

--- Hours later, after I've made sure Ivy is safe at the manor with Sterling watching over her, I head to the tunnels. Most people don't know about the underground system beneath my estate. It's a network of passages I had built when I first established this pack, designed as escape routes and secure locations in case of invasion or war. The entrance is hidden in the wine cellar and there's a false wall that slides open with the right combination. I descend into darkness, the temperature dropping with each step. My men have Noah in holding room three. The dampest, coldest chamber in the entire system. He's tied to a chair, still unconscious from whatever sedative they gave him during transpo

“Whatever you need.” “Where will the catering station be?” “Downstairs in the servant’s kitchen. Herr Van Straus doesn’t want his guests mingling with the help.” My ears burn. The vault is located downstairs on the bottom floor. “Can you take me? I’d very much like to see it.” Cassandra shakes her head. “There’s no need, Ms. Monroe. The only floors Herr Van Straus needs decorated are the main floor and the sunroom. Everywhere else will be off-limits to guests.”