Novel & Cerita Behind Closed Doors Review

Her desk. Her chair. Her closet. Everything was normal. Then she noticed her bedroom door. It was open. Gwen always closed it. Always. She stared at it. She remembered closing it. She was sure. She got out of bed. Slowly. She walked toward it. The hallway outside was dark. She reached for the light switch. Before she touched it, she heard footsteps. One. Two. Three. Coming from downstairs. Gwen froze. “Mom?” No answer. The footsteps stopped.

We didn't look back. The moment we reached our suite, Cullen pushed the heavy double doors open. We stepped inside, and he kicked the doors shut behind us. The thick metal lock clicked into place with a sharp, final snap. The quiet of the private room washed over us, removing the prying eyes of the summit.

"Everyone can see us." "Everyone can see us," Killian said, "and there's a wall at our backs and a gallery over our heads." He didn't look up. "I don't like either." I did look. I couldn't help it. The railing ran above us, curved and heavy. Behind it the shutters showed hairline cracks of daylight, and behind those the dark. Nothing moved up there. Nothing at all. So I did what Killian had taught me and counted the doors. The great doors we had come through, now closed. A passage behind the dais that smelled faintly of cooking. The gallery doors, shut. Three ways in, and for us, perhaps one way out.

" Before leaving, Helen closed the door behind her, thoughtfully giving Kayla the space and time to think. However, Lucian was clearly not calm. When he realized that his mother had secretly brought Kayla into his meticulously organized room, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He had never lost his composure like this, not even at a negotiation table where deals worth billions were signed. But this terrified him. He was afraid Kayla would think he was a creep. After all, no normal person would secretly collect someone else's belongings and dedicate an entire room to store them. So when he pushed open the door, he braced himself for disgust, or worse, outright rejection.

"Don't get lost down here, Miss Madrigal. This is the only room you are allowed to enter here in Basement One. We have CCTV everywhere. Our security will drag you out if you wander elsewhere." She nodded. "I understand." "Good." Mrs. Dapit placed her ID again on the scanner on the wall next to the door. While waiting for the scanner to light green, she suddenly felt scared standing in front of the crimson-colored door. There is something in this room that makes her heart beat faster. Whatever is behind that door, she can sense it. She can not explain how and what is happening to her, but her whole being can feel the heavy presence of the person on the other side.

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.

Once we reach my door, I swipe my keycard over the lock and we slip into room 273. The motion is effortless. So far everything with Callum has been effortless and I hope the night ahead of us will be too. Once we’re in the room, I start unpacking my big pink bag in front of Callum. I slowly and deliberately take my toys out one at a time inspecting them and showing them to him as Ido before placing them on the bed. He watches silently. Drinking everything up. Particularly my hips and ass, which just so happen to be presented to him every time I bend over.

How could Mary possibly handle that? Suddenly, I felt a piercing stare directed right at me—it was the Black man! He was looking straight toward my direction! His eyes were so sharp, it felt like he could tear someone apart with just his gaze! “Is something wrong, George?” Mary’s question shifted his attention away. I quickly shut the door. So, his name was George. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened to the sounds outside. Thankfully, George didn’t expose my presence. “Nothing, I’m just going to take a shower, Ms. Mary. I’ve worked up quite a sweat.”

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

“The closet is the escape plan?” Ternen looked about as confused as Rick did. I laughed. “Just follow me.” I walked into the closet and they all followed. “Close the door behind us, Ternen, please.” “Okay.” I heard the door shut before I opened the next door, and then the one on the other side. “You have a door that leads to a door?” Abby giggled. “I do. Do you want to know why?” I asked, still using the other door to block their view.