Behind Closed Doors Book Novels & Stories

The closest doors really do hold the biggest secrets. I drew the hood and covered my face with the dark robe I had found under the drawer. With each step, the words written on the leather-bound ledger filled with faded gold ink appeared in my head. Pack Registry: Contract Terminations and Fatalities. The weight of the book and the secrets it held seemed to be equal in their own context. They were both too heavy to be held and owned by one person. As I struggled to be unseen in the hallways, a young maid approached, her arms laden with fresh linens. She happened to be the shy maid who had that encouraging smile.

I looked at the study door, visible through the open library door, the closed study door with his voice behind it, low and measured, the managed register or something close to it. I picked up my book. I looked at the page. I did not read.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

And the closed doors that had once protected their secret were splintering open, one by one. The explosion had begun.

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

Crystal checked the locks and the ring knob of the door, there was no lock nor hindrances at all which leads to their benefit. She used both hands, each on the door as she pushed them open, slight creaking was heard but the double doors swung open slightly, an angle of less than an acute angle was how it was opened. Dust lightly became visible as the moonlight shone through the windows by the other side of the wall, most are lightly large that illuminates the room. Like a library, the walls and some isles are displayed with books and folders, some are neatly lined on shelves, others, are slightly dusty with how long it has been. Are staffs not really allowed to stay even for a second? Or do

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da