Novel & Cerita Behind Closed Doors Book

However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought. “I think we should try some of the bookcases toward the back. I know that there are a few tomes that are under lock and key for safety reasons, but if it’s just basic background information you’re looking for, then I think you should be able to find something.” Nora led us to the back of the large room, where we came upon a narrow bookcase and an entire glass case that had a large metal lock on its doors. I read a few of the spines before coming across one titled ‘Creaturae et Ineffabilia’. “Creatures and Unspeakables,” I muttered. “This one looks promising.”

Languages that suggested age, tradition, things that predated my understanding. And then I saw it. One of the forbidden doors — unmistakable, heavy, black wood with no knob. I’d been warned about doors like this on my first day. “Some rooms are not for guests,” I’d been told in that careful, clinical tone that made warnings sound like medical diagnoses. “Some doors stay closed.” But this one… was open. Just barely. A breath of space between frame and edge. Like someone forgot. Or like someone wanted it found.

The guards rushed in without hesitation, as expected. I moved past them, slipping through the door and into the chaos, unseen. The air inside was different. Old. Still. Books holding knowledge layered over centuries. Lies preserved as truth. Truth buried as myth. I reached the deepest part of the section and pulled the mechanism. Only a few knew about it. I was one of them. The door opened slowly. It made no sound. I slipped inside and pressed the mechanism to close it behind me. Cold air. Old books. The same chair.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.

Behind me— The bedroom door creaked softly open.

She extended her hand, beckoning Jette to rise from the confines of the secret room and step into a legacy that transcended generations. As they left the room, Magdalene closed the door behind them, sealing the ancient wisdom within. The guardian and seeker walked in tandem, their destinies now interwoven in the tapestry of a lineage that pulsed with magic, mystery, and the unspoken promise of shared responsibilities. The silent chamber stood witness to the unfolding saga, its secrets guarded by the vigilant eyes of Magdalene—the guardian of the sacred book and the keeper of ancestral whispers.

All of them were fictional, however, so I had my question answered with that. “Not that they are aware of it, but yeah, we do,” Rem admitted easily enough to me. “Here,” he then said as we rounded a corner. He hummed slightly to himself and then, with a bit of fumbling, he found a hidden switch. A hidden door opened from behind one bookshelf. It was like something out of a movie.

Curiosity took me out of the cell and I trailed behind the Warden, my chest hammering against my chest, audible in my ear as my thoughts about who the visitor could be made tension rose in my heart. Getting to the door of the visiting room, the warden stepped aside while I stood before the door with a drumming heart. Slowly, I raised my hand and reached the door handle. Click! I twisted it and the door gave way before I pushed it further, revealing a spacious room with just a table and two chairs. Seated on one of the chairs is a man who has dark hair, backing me. I gulped hard and took a step into the room, closing the door behind.

She paused, leaning closer to me through the table, "Dear child, it isn't right for one to leave their parent at old age, huh?" I nodded making moves to walk away. One thing about Ms Jam was that she could be as nosy as she is sweet. It was best to enjoy the flare and move on as quickly as possible. Walking at a quicker pace, I got to the familiar brown door, taking a deep breath and trying hard to keep my emotions at bay. I knocked, nibbling on my lower lips. "Come in," a voice welcomed me from behind. I pushed the door open to see the studious man who had his head bowed and his eyes dancing through a file while his hands jumped on keypads in front of his computer.

‎The doors close behind me with a soft hiss. ‎Game on. ‎