Under The Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

Jason: “Down the left staircase. End of the hall, last door. Knock once.” She followed the directions, heels clicking on the narrow stairs. The noise faded with each step, replaced by a lower hum. The hallway underground felt like a different world—dimmer, carpeted, doors spaced far apart. At the last one, she knocked. The door opened a crack, then wider. A waiter in black nodded her in without a word. “Wow.” She whispered. The private suite might as well have been a different club entirely. There were a couple of dancers here too—women in nothing but heels and thongs perched on the far end of the room.

“A bunker below a bunker? I’m confused Noah!” “Just come on down with me, you’ll see in a few minutes.” We were greeted with a spiral staircase when he turned the lights on, our footsteps echoing while we were stepping on each metal stair step. When we gotg to the bottom floor, there was another door. “How many doors are here Noah?!” “Ha! This is the last one, I promise.” He opened the door but this didn’t have a techy lock but he had a key. When he turned the lights on, my jaw dropped!

I squealed looking at it and she laughed. The staircase was spiral and we put the nook behind it, making sure it was invisible to the eye when you entered through the front door but if you walked further into the house then you would see it in all its glory, we painted it a dark grey. "Okay!" She exclaimed clapping her hands, "seeing that we're done. I'm gonna go home and look at cute boys on Instagram." I laughed at her shaking my head. "I was once in your shoes, it's a funny yet sad place to be in." I laughed and she pouted.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I looked around cautiously and went down the steps. The place where his voice came from was the ajar door of a room opened under the stairwell. A little further down that room was another staircase leading down; Unless you came to this closeness, you wouldn't realize that there is a staircase leading to another part of the house. Edim said come downstairs, but did I have to go into the room and let him know? My hand reached for the doorknob, my fingertips trembled as it touched the handle, and I immediately pulled my hand back.

Kas’s POV The spindles of the staircases in the apartment building are ornately decorated metal that looks like gold. You can look up the center and see all the way up to the ornate ceiling. It is an odd contrast to the modern-looking pictures Lenora had shown us. We climb the stairs to a plain oak door on the fourth floor. Voices and hammering are coming from inside. Bronx knocks but gets no reply so he opens the door without waiting. We peek in and see a flurry of construction workers in white jumpsuits.

We ordered classic cocktails and chatted for a while. While Rory rambled about, I scanned the hall. Familiar faces are all over the place. I know almost everyone. Some have a faulty background, some have an entirely shady business, and almost nobody here has a clean record. This is definitely a hideout for underworld businessmen. But they're not my target. Speaking of, he should be here any minute now. My eyes went to the grand stairs north of the main hall. Those stairs led to the executive floor and only one person could be from there right now. And I was right, as a familiar figure slowly came down the stairs.

She says it’s a truth. I turn to Stefan and Reid and give them a quick nod. We agreed before Rebel started, that I would be signaling to them if it was a truth or lie. “Where is the hidden passage in the basement?” Rebel asked. “Under the stairs of the basement there is a hidden brick door. The lever to open it is in under the fifth step of the stairs.”

Abigail said with a smile. "Well, I can't wait to see you walking down the aisle with the Young Master of the Shaw family. That will be the most captivating day in my life. There is only one problem. That is, you are treading on eggshells. Tread carefully. Else, we will all be in a very big trouble. We can't afford to offend the Shaws." Mrs Duke cautioned her daughter sternly. As they were chatting, they heard a gentle knock on the door.

While they took the staircase upstairs, the knot between his brows tightened with every step. The narrow stairway had humid and dark walls. Trash, which wasn't cleaned up, lay in corners and emitted a foul smell. It was beyond Hendrix why Noelle would call such a place home. The more ridiculous part was she'd rather live here than accept his arrangements. Noelle came to a stop on the third floor and lowered her head to unlock a door. When Hendrix saw the condition inside, his stoic expression eased up a little. "Should I change into indoor slippers?" he asked.

When she realized how tedious and boring it could be, I wondered how long she’d want to continue partnering up with me. As we followed him down the stairs, I found it interesting that the house would possess a stairwell that bypassed the second floor. I mentioned this to Cecil and he pointed out a door that we’d only just passed while assuring me that it led to the second floor. I hadn’t come across a stairwell like this in my own house, but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t one. The place was so large and I’d experienced so much drama since meeting Lance that I still hadn’t taken the time to check it out in its entirety. I made a mental note to do that soon. Since I was fairly certai