Under The Stairs Nook Novels & Stories

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."

Jacob was about to leave the room he was in when he heard the noise again, this time clearly, then he figured the noise wasn’t coming from the room but instead it was coming from under the room. Jacob inspected the room once more, this time carefully and taking his time. As he was walking around the room, he noticed that each time he stepped at a particular spot on the floor covered with a hide rug it kept giving off sound. Without hesitating, Jacob pulled the hide rug away from the spot and to his surprise he found a trap door. “Why is this here?” Jacob muttered He opened the trap door and found stairs leading straight under the room. “Mike!!!” Jacob shouted as he carefully went down the st

“The safest places are usually the least suspicious.” We entered the building. The inside was almost empty. There was no expensive furniture or decoration. Only a few old desks and shelves remained. Leonardo walked toward the center of the room and pressed his thumb against what looked like an ordinary section of the wall. A loud mechanical rumble echoed beneath our feet. I instinctively grabbed Leonardo's arm. A large section of the floor slowly slid open, revealing a staircase beneath us, descending deep underground. Damien smiled. “Welcome to the Blackwood vault.”

“A deal is a deal. But I have to use the bathroom first. Unless you plan on following me there, too?” “I don’t trust you, Khione,” Noah’s voice ghosted over the back of my neck. “You’ve already proven you a flight risk. I am not letting my prize disappear into the crowd to find a bottle of cheap vodka behind my back.” I tried to snap a come back, but my tongue felt tied. I just stumbled towards the stairs, his hand firm on my elbow every time the world titled. The downstairs guest bathroom was a warzone of screaming girls and long line, so Noah didn’t even stop. He guided me up the grand staircase to the second floor, where the bass was just muffled heart beat beneath the floorboards.

I needed to breathe air that didn't feel owned by Stellan Vaughn. I left the master suite, creeping silently down the grand staircase. The foyer was heavily guarded, so I bypassed it, my mind racing through the blueprints of the massive house. There was a subterranean delivery channel, a service tunnel used by private caterers that connected the sub-basement kitchens directly to the underground loading dock.

The action I took in the spur of moment seemed to be paying off just fine though, the space behind the nylon curtains just happened to be a staircase. A staircase always led to a doorway that would probably lead to another doorway that would lead out of the hellhole. I didn't stop to think about what could be underneath before taking off my timberland boots and bounding down the stairs. I wasn't really stunned when I got to find some BDSM shit going on down the stairs, I mean for a room that had its doorway hidden away in a very horrifying place, I had actually been expecting worse. What surprised me though was how neat the place was compared to its secret doorway and the fact that the room

She puts away her book lazily and carries the hemline of her long skirt to the second-floor bedroom. The broad marble stone stairs are cool and comfortable. Nina Morrison walks up the staircase. When she gets on the top step of the stairs, Nina Morrison suddenly slips. She reacts quickly and grabs the guardrail fiercely. But her feet are twisted violently on the stairs, and her knees hit iron railings, rubbing off a layer of skin, burning. Nina Morrison holds on to the railing and looks up the stairs. Sure enough, someone is trying to hurt her. If the shiny patch on the steps is not oil, what else could it be?

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

Fi mutters, rubbing at her nose, “I’ll see if there’s anything upstairs, I know you said basement, but you never know.” Nate nods and begins to scan the ground floor. He finds a kitchen, an office, a cosy lounge and a shower room. But there were no stairs to go down to this supposedly important basement. He scans the floor looking for signs of moved furniture, particularly anything big enough to hide a doorway. He finds what he was looking for in the lounge.

"Can I talk to you in private, Aven?" "Only if you're explaining this to me." I raise my brow. "Of course," he nods. "Follow me." Leaving Lei and mother with Eryk, I step into the room, only to follow Stace out of it. He leads me down a sweeping staircase with dark wooden banisters and a plush rug that sweeps all the way down. The artwork continues, each as bizarre and unfamiliar as the last, until we are in a foyer on the lower level, what must be the front door looming tall. Stace doesn’t stop, winding behind the staircase and into a hidden, more intimate hallway with dark grey carpet and dark walls. This place is near void of people…