Behind Closed Doors Book Summary Novels & Stories

whatever might be behind that door. I tried to peek inside when he opened the door, craning my neck to catch a glimpse of the interior. The space beyond was shrouded in darkness, revealing nothing of its secrets. I exhaled in frustration when the door closed behind him with a soft click. "Well, maybe I care a little about what's inside," I muttered to myself, staring at the secret closed door with renewed determination. However, I almost jumped out of my skin when the room door suddenly burst open without warning.

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.

My pulse quickened each time I passed a closed door, half-expecting someone to step out and catch me in my midnight excursion. The double doors loomed before me like the gates to some forbidden realm. Slowly, I pushed one open, wincing at the groan of the hinges. Peeking inside, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was empty. The dim moonlight streaming through the tall windows gave the room an ethereal glow, highlighting the towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly. Closing the door softly behind me, I moved deeper into the room. My fingers brushed against the spines of countless books as I walked along the shelves. Somewhere in here, there had to be a clue, a record, anyth

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

He deserves to do as much, considering I closed out the room and packed up for all three of us at Christmas after they went running like mad men after their women. I’d probably do the same if I had my own woman. If it were Nora I was trying to get back, but I’m not in that space right now. I’m just dreading the night ahead. Dreading the bland and boring women I know will come across that stage. As we reach and walk past the reception desk, I say to Reid, “I forgot to mention there’s a creepy guy staying here. Had to chase him off on my

My dad tries to get me to leave the book, but I tell him what the rest of the paragraph said. My dad moves the panel wider open and steps through, and then when I step over the threshold the panel closes behind me and seals itself back up. I jump a little bit, as a bunch of dim lights start to turn on by themselves. The dim lights lead down a small path to another door that seems like it’s locked when dad tries to open it. However as soon as I step closer with the book, 2 circles appear, 1 on the door and another on the back of the book. I line them up with each other and there is a sound of deadbolts unlocking and the door swings open on its own accord.

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.

AMBER I tilted my head, intrigued. He pressed a blue book’s spine, causing it to slide back like a button. The bookshelf rattled, revealing a concealed door. Ray turned the gold-plated doorknob twice in opposite directions, unlocking it with a click. The door creaked open. My jaw dropped as I peered inside—a vast library. “This is where we store our knowledge,” he explained as we stepped in. My footsteps echoed against the wooden panel walls as I counted the library’s floors. It had five floors, with the topmost floor veiled in darkness.