Under Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

“Nice one, Nirvana. I told you I won’t cheat on you. What I have for you is a long-term and hopefully forever responsibility.” “But you don’t even like me.” He smiled again. “That’s coming from you. Not me.” *** “This is my home office. That corner door leads to the mini gym, pool, patio, and backyard. Woods at the back, and you can run safely. I installed a security system at the end of the property.” “What’s upstairs?” “Masters bedroom, more bedrooms, bathrooms, another kitchen, living room, deck, and a family room. There is a cellar underground.”

I was beginning to wonder why anyone would ever want to even leave the grounds with everything you could ever want right at your fingertips. He led the way out of the room and down the hallway to the stairs. At the very end of the hallway, the balcony opened up to the spacious common area below. The stairway curved around this magnificent stone wall with windows to let in the natural sunlight. The main floor space below was immaculate with polished dark hardwood floors and the walls had a stucco looking heavy wallpaper that looked like brushed copper.

He simply walked past her, his movements slow and deliberate, toward a single wooden chair tucked in the corner. Lorenzo moved the chair aside, the legs scraping against the stone floor with a sound that set Hailey’s teeth on edge. He knelt down, his expensive trousers staining with dirt as he used his bare hands to sweep away a layer of fine sand. A small, rusted iron latch appeared. He pulled it, and a section of the floor groaned open, revealing a dark, yawning staircase that led deep underground. "It’s small," Lorenzo said, his voice echoing in the quiet greenhouse. "But you’ll fit."

The main feature in the room was a wooden door lying flat, with half of its surface wrapped in ivy. Arden knelt beside it. “You can tell this is not a cellar!” “It’s a way down.” He reached out for the door handle, carefully pulling the door open. The door was slightly noisy as it opened but did not put up a fight. Below the third parquet was a glass and stone spiral staircase going down. “Do we go?” Lucian asked. “We must,” said Serakha. The three stepped down. While those in battle fought, the others looked on from behind. The elder of the group gave a slight nod. “We’ll wait for your light.”

We both answer at the same time as she walks past me down the stairs. “We will be down shortly.” I offer to her. “What’s up?” Noah takes a step towards me, only for Candice’s ears to turn into our direction as she goes down the next level of stairs. The Blue Moon alpha house had four floors and they made the most of each inch of the space. The stairs were carpeted the same cream colour scheme as my assigned rooms, with a dark mahogany wooden stair case and beautiful crystal chandeliers above. There is no need for me not to trust Candice but I had a pack link with my pack members for a reason and would use it.

It was open enough that it was a closet and I’m sure the bathroom went under the stairs. Colt opened the door to the stairs. Only Penny and Alec followed me. I noticed Jacob and Sherry sat down on the couch, as if to give us space. The L-shaped stairs opened up into a living area. There was a couch and few rocking chairs with pink and blue baby toys. Matching playmates sat along the wall with matching teething toys or rattlers. The only difference, one was blue and one was pink. There was huge windows that over looked a backyard and into the forest.

The underground safe house looked nothing like the dead library above it. Smooth concrete walls reinforced with steel. Soft recessed lighting. A wide living room fitted with a sectional couch, modern kitchen, security screens, disguised weapons storage, and a long matte-black glass table. Alex stared in stunned silence. “You could fit a penthouse under here.” “Noah designed it.” Right on cue, the door at the far end opened. Noah stepped in. And right behind him, Aiden—dramatic as always. “Oh my God,” Aiden said, hands on his hips as he spun slowly. “This place is clinically depressed.”

I don't think she would be here if she wasn't like that. “I am sure we could arrange to go to find some cotton candy if that is what you would like.” I nudged her playfully with my elbow. “But first, I guess we should decide what you want to do with the place. And, we need to look upstairs yet." I motioned to the wide, open-riser staircase that swept upward from the corner of the large, open-planned room. There was an open space behind and beneath the stairs, all very well-designed to use the space effectively. Another large window overlooking the forest below sat in the corner, and a dining table was sitting in front of it. My parents had clearly thought of everything, or whoever they had h

In my humble opinion, he trusted people too much. I turned away from the television. “Is Richard around?” “He’s upstairs in the Kendo room.” I hopped off the stool. “Thanks, Grant. Let me know if they say anything interesting.” “I’ll keep you apprised, Ms. Robert.” I took my coffee and went looking for my lover. The spiral staircase in the entryway contrasted with the light marble floor. Luxurious, chocolate-brown hardwood stretched the length of the second-floor hallway, which overlooked the front door. I climbed the stairs in my bare feet. The high ceiling supported a dark metal chandelier—suggestive of a gothic castle—that matched the black wrought-iron railing. Scattered Persian rugs add

I had the lower level mapped by the second afternoon. Not in person. I hadn’t gone past the stone stairs or touched the keypad yet. But I had a map. I built it from watching, from patterns, from the way the house seemed to breathe. The staircase was next to the east dining room. The hallway below ran north to south. The sealed door waited at the far end, hidden in stone so you wouldn’t notice it unless you already knew. The keypad was mechanical and old.