Behind Closed Doors Book Novels & Stories

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

"I was wrong, James. Please let me go." Just then, a rough and masculine voice resounded from outside. "Emily Hill! Don't think that I don't know that you're hiding here! How dare you seek out another man after spending my money, you bitch." The newcomer was the son of a factory owner in town. He kicked the door open, frowning when he laid eyes upon the scene. "I didn't know you liked to mess around with another man's woman, Captain Wesley. "Aren't you afraid of your reputation being dragged through the mud if this gets out? You're about to be married soon.

, everyone yells in unison. I stand up and walk out of the room. I walk down the stairs and towards the backyard. I halt when I see a door. I have never seen this door before. I open the door and see an office with books in every shelf. A chair and table with a laptop on it, newspaper beside the laptop. I walk to the shelf in the hopes I see an intriguing book. I see one title, 'What lies beyond'. Catchy title. I will take it. I grab it and the shelf opens. I couldn't see anything because it is dark and smell of dust.

Inside— There was no restoration. Only torn, dusty files. Water dripping from the ceiling. And in the very center— A black wooden door. Written on it in white paint: ROOM 509 — DO NOT OPEN A chill crawled up my spine. I wanted to leave. But Megha said— “Just two minutes.” She pushed the door. It opened without a sound. More terrifying— As she pushed it, the door pulled itself inward. As if something inside had grabbed it. Inside was darkness. Deep, swallowing darkness.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

He looked at the entry. He thought about Don in the study — the closed door that had been the signal of the working mind for thirty years. In the first years, the closed door had been the signal of Don writing essays, the shorter forms that preceded the books. In the fifth year, the closed door had been the signal of The Inside Account. In the twelfth year, The Ground Keeps. In the twenty-second year, The Emergent World. Now, in the thirty-first year, the fourth book. The closed door had been the same door for thirty years. The person behind it had been the same person. The work had been the same work — the sustained argument that had been unfolding for thirty years, the argument that had ap

“I told you to leave me alone. If you don’t, I’ll call security.” Around me, I hear door handles rattling. Jiggling, as if the occupants are standing on the other side listening to the exchange. But none come to help me, not that I particularly need their help. I can handle myself. Greaser Boy grabs at me again, but before his fingers can bury themselves in anything personal, or he’s able to get a good grip, a man’s voice belts out from behind. It’s strong but tender. Booming, but with the edge of feathers or sunlight.

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

I have a feeling this isn’t food. I twist the single manacle I’m left wearing on my right hand as I near the door, worried about messing up my plan by opening it and whoever’s behind it locking it tight again, like Declan failed to do. I make a snap decision and stuff a book as far as I can beneath the left door, knowing the right side is always the one that swings open. If the door remains unlevel, it won’t lock properly. At least, I’m praying that’s the case. I listen as keys jingle on the other side of the door and stand back, my heart hammering.

Kevin heard Clark's response clearly and reached for the third bookshelf in the bedroom. "Clark, something's not right! It won't open!" Kevin conveyed his confusion to Clark via a video call. Clark pointed to a book in front of Kevin and said, "Book." Kevin didn't initially understand why Clark mentioned the book. Nevertheless, he gently moved the book as suggested, and a hidden door, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf, slowly opened. Upon seeing the hidden door, Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'Damn! There really is a secret room!'