Behind Closed Doors 2003 Novels & Stories

"That's crazy realistic. What kind of technology is this?" Her excitement only grew. I closed my eyes in despair. If anyone had told me that I would end up lying naked from the waist down in front of a woman like some kind of store display… I would've thought they were out of their mind. But now that it had gone this far, I was even less able to say anything. If there had been a way out earlier, it was gone now. All I could do was pray silently that Clarissa would finish looking and leave. I truly wished she wouldn't do anything else.

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

Ki-woo smiled, heading out of the plain living room. “We need to talk.” Darius whispered from behind Astrid and she swallowed. She didn't know which one was more effective on her—the proximity between them, his breath over the back of her neck as he spoke, or the fact that he wanted to talk to her. Either way, she was extremely nervous. “Sure.” She nodded. He took her hand and led her up the glass steps that looked like they would break if stepped on with so much force. Down the hall on the first floor, he took her to the room behind the last door. She looked around the room and noticed that it had a large bed close to the wall, a small and organized desk right beside it and a large glass do

"Sergeant Stevens. The third Tuesday of the month is the best time to approach him. His daughter has her dance class, so he leaves early and is always in a good mood." In reality, the third Tuesday was the day of his daughter's piano competition. He would be a paranoid, jumpy wreck, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. "And this number," I said, pointing to a contact. "For emergency customs clearance. They're the fastest, but they charge a premium." The number went straight to the FBI's anonymous tip line. Sophia scribbled down every "secret," her eyes gleaming. She looked at me like a lemon she'd just squeezed dry.

After going around the city, walking around places to rest on, news has been popping on the screens on top of the buildings about what was happening in the west gate. "Oh, so another save by the defense department huh." After getting bored outside, he decides to go back home. "Maybe I'll just go check on the project I've been assigned on." As the night comes, Ravitz has already finished his job for the day and returned back home. "Oh, you're here. I already ate, I left you some food at the table." "Yeah. So, did you go anywhere today?" "...I just walked around the streets, nothing special." "Oh, right, I was at the front of the west gate earlier. Do you know anything about what that was all

Valerie even felt that she almost heard her own heart pounding so hard. Was the sound at the back door just a hallucination? After sighing once again, Valerie unlocked the door. She knew that she had done something stupid like in the horror films she often saw; hearing a strange sound instead of running and hiding, but coming instead like a moth drawn to a fire that was about to kill it. Her house is small so the rooms lead directly into the living room which doubles as the family room, with a large TV dominating the center. Then there is a small hallway to the kitchen area; the kitchen where the sound came from.

The hound’s jaw slammed shut with such force that its tungsten teeth shattered, sending it tumbling into the dust. They reached the service bay just as the last pod was disappearing inside. The massive steel doors began to slide shut, a heavy, grinding sound that signaled the end of the chase. "Jump!" Ressi and Kesi dived. They cleared the threshold of the bay by inches, their bodies slamming into the hard, cold floor of the transport pod as the hatch shut behind them with a thunderous CLANG. The Silence of the Steel The transition was instantaneous and jarring.

"Henry's just guilty. I'm the one he loves. Believe it or not, with just one word from me, he'll leave you and come right back to me!" Without a word, I quietly shut the apartment door behind me.

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.