Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

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

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

As I finished my meditation and was about to went outside, a bad luck suddenly strike me. The door cannot be opened. I'm obviously locked! "Oh my god, oh my god!" I started panicking because I couldn't see my phone. How am I even gonna see it if I left it a while ago in our table! "Hello there?!" I started slamming the door non stop. "Is there anyone there? Please help me I'm locked!" I shouted loudly but the only response that I can hear is my echo.

Then he looked back at the door they had just passed through. "The door is closed. Did you do that?" Grace asked. Adro shook his head. "I swear I didn't touch the door when we entered. It seems to have closed on its own." "I'll try to open it," Grace said, making Adro release his tight embrace. "Stand behind the door. I'll be on guard if there's something behind it," Adro said, preparing his hand on the sword handle attached to his waist. "I hope what's behind it is Suzan in your office. We can bid her farewell." Grace said, before swallowing and gripping the door handle.

​"I don't care about the news, Marcus. I care about the exit strategy. You have twenty-four hours to find that four percent or you can find a new firm to disappoint." ​The double doors at the back of the boardroom opened. They were heavy, soundproofed wood, designed to keep the world out. They didn't creak, but the shift in air pressure was enough to make every head turn. No one knocked. No one ever interrupted a Blackwood Global closed session. ​Bella Vance walked in.

They were tapping on the keypad but nothing was happening. “Let’s go!” someone shouted. They headed down a hall lined with doors, all of them closed, but there were no keypads outside of any of them. “Where are we?” Rain asked. “What’s behind these doors, Adams?” “These are our compartments,” he said. “I mean… the Dicks’ rooms. They’re all locked from the outside with keys that only the Mothers have.” “So how can we get into any of them?” Seth asked. “We can’t get in this way, but down this hall, we will probably come to another entrance with a keypad.” His voice was strained as he struggled to walk with the weight of the injured man leaning on him.

To my surprise the inside did not look like like an 80's haunted house like I had imagined. You imagined that and yet you still entered? Uh, yeah. Wow. It was just a very long hallway with a lot of doors on each side with a dark red carpet lining it. The doors all had an inscription on them. 'Private meeting in progress, do not disturb'. The doors were all shut and the place was quiet so I knew there must be no one here. This must have been a building they used for holding meetings. Used to or not though, I'd decided to get out of there.

he said. Clara frowned, “What does that mean?” “Nothing, you don’t need to worry.” That answer made her so uncomfortable but she remained quiet. Then she noticed another thing, a very large black door, unlike the other doors, this one had several locks on it. Big and heavy locks, Clara stopped again, “What’s behind that door?” Adrain’s face changed, and a cold and scary look appeared on his face. “You ask too many questions.” Clara laughed awkwardly, “I’m just curious.”

Stepped back into the hallway. And closed the door behind me. Leaving the truth sitting quietly in the dark. Waiting.

After seven brutal years grinding away at a major tech company, I finally bought a luxury condo in the city. Then I rushed into marriage with my younger boyfriend of three years. That night, with the mood just right, he said he was going to the storage room to grab a few toys to spice things up. Blushing, I hid under the covers and waited. I waited for the rest of my life. He disappeared. The storage room held nothing but a pile of flattened cardboard boxes. I searched for him like a madwoman. Then my best friend looked at me in horror and said, “Sweetie... are you so desperate for a man that you’ve lost it? You’ve always been single. What husband?” I didn’t believe her. I pulled out our mar