Behind Closed Doors Book Summary Novels & Stories

Everybody started rushing to and fro, reorganizing things and settling at their desks. Desiree stood up and walked into the hallway to have a clearer look at what was happening. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to get me fired?" the woman she met earlier said to her in panic. "What is happening?" Desiree asked, noticing everybody in their frantic state. "Mr. Rothschild has arrived. So if you love your life, go sit in your spot," the woman said. Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

A book he swore to never touch as long as he could manage. He took it and looked at it's fading pages, the white paper had turned yellow with age and it smelled of dust. he went back to his desk and moved his chair and pushed the oak desk out of its place. The only remaining item was the fluffy carpet where the desk and chair had been. He folded the carpet and revealed a concealed door on the floor. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he touched the handle of the engraved metal door. he understood that once the door opened, there was no turning back. He pulled the heavy door open and was taken back by the cold breeze that slap his face from the abyss below.

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

I said and gave him a wink. He grab my head and kissed me hungrily which I return with equal fervor. He then went to the door without breaking our eye contact. "Goodnight baby! Take care of yourself and our little babies too!" he said and closed the door. After a few minutes, knowing that he must be on his way to his private hangar, I get up of the bed and went to the bathroom and locked myself. There I show my feelings and all the emotions I hide for a long time.

You couldn't stand at the edge of that and feel good about yourself. I opened the notebook. "This is from my manuscript," I said. "Chapter thirteen. Elowen goes through the door." I read. The chapter was three pages in my handwriting, which expanded generously across the page, so maybe two and a half typed. Elowen standing in the doorway for the last time, the world she knew behind her, the new one ahead — not bright, not welcoming, just real. The way she took the first step not because she had stopped being afraid but because she had been standing still for so long that the fear had become its own kind of cage. The way the door closed behind her not with a slam but a soft, definitive click,

Sky Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.

Still, Ashton didn’t seem bothered. He walked with purpose, leading her past the receiving area, through the family room, and into a study. But they didn’t stop there. Another door. Then another. A room lined wall to wall with books. And still—they kept going. Behind a bookshelf, Ashton pressed something, and a hidden door clicked open. Cassie blinked, following him through. “So many doors…” she whispered, a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping her as unease began to creep in.

Because whatever is waiting for me in there— Whatever they built— Whatever they think will stop me— They’re wrong. I move forward. Straight into the dark. And the moment I cross the threshold— The door slams shut behind me. Locking. Sealing. Cutting off everything. Including the way back. And ahead— A single light flickers on. Revealing something I didn’t expect. Not guards. Not walls. Not traps. But— Rows. Of people. Dozens. Standing perfectly still. Eyes closed. Silent.