Behind Closed Doors Summary Novels & Stories

And this mountain isn't high enough to keep the truth out forever. ​Behind me, I heard the faint, rhythmic thud of a heavy door closing somewhere deep in the house. He was back in his room. He was on the other side of the wall. ​Listening. ​

As if the room itself recoiled from what had been revealed within it. The draft pulled at Johan like undertow. He stepped through. And the door shut behind him with the soft finality of a confession booth closing, sealing away the truth and the flickering light, locking in proof that might save a king. Or doom them all. Behind that closed door, the smell of bitter herbs and truth lingered like a ghost refusing to leave. The laboratory held its breath, as if it too understood that some knowledge, once released, could never be recaptured.

The handle I'm holding moves as someone attempts to open it and I pull on the handle, stopping it from opening. “Huh, this one is locked,” Clumsy says. “It can't be locked from this side because there is no keyhole, which means it is locked from the inside, which means someone is behind it,” the man says and my heart drops. “They’ve found us,” I say into the mind link a split second before I'm knocked back from the door as it's kicked with such force that the door frame splinters and two huge men grin down at me menacingly.

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.”

his Beta, Gareth, responds with a no-nonsense attitude. What are they talking about? And why are they standing before that room? My eyes fall on the intricate golden leaf designs embedded on the door that leads to a forbidden room. Carlisle asked me not to look into that room, and I obeyed because of how strict he sounded. That room must be important to him. What is behind those doors? A secret that he holds? Suddenly, Carlisle’s eyes slide in my direction, and in a flash of a second, I hide behind the wall. The cold plaster is hard against my back as my heart drums loudly against my ribs. He didn’t see me, right?

Then it was me. And I couldn't. I felt them both there, open, holding their own doors wide, looking at the one I kept shut. And every part of me that had stayed alive for three lifetimes locked it tighter. You don't open it. You don't show them the bottom. The bottom is where they find out you're nothing, and then they go, and then you're alone again, and alone is the one thing you can't live through a fourth time. "Amara." Aldric, down the bond, the same as on the slope. Not pulling. Just there. "We can feel the door. We're not going to look away from what's behind it."

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

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

"Do you know what happened?" "Marco told me," I said calmly. "A shame." "A shame?" an elder slammed his fist on the table. "We're out five million dollars! Three good men are in federal custody! This is more than a shame!" "Calm down," I said, my voice flat, taking an empty seat. "Losing your temper won't solve anything." "The problem is someone talked!" another elder, Leo, roared. "The Feds knew the exact time, the exact place, and even what was in the containers!"

The door clicked shut behind them. *The End.* ---