Behind The Door Bookshelf Novels & Stories

But when I didn't back down, he breathed out in defeat and walked away never looking back. Knocking on the door with my knuckles, I waited. A dull 'come in' sounded and I pushed against the dark surface of the door. Shelves upon shelves were lined up aginst up every wall. A sitting area was arranged in the right side of library which faced the giant window to the left. The whole place was lit by the giant chandelier in the middle.

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th

I smiled and decided to stand up to go to his bookshelf and pick a book to read. While I was choosing a book, I couldn't help but look at an unusual one because it had no title, and it didn't look like an ordinary book. I stepped closer and tried to get it, but the bookshelf suddenly moved, and I almost screamed, thinking a book might fall on me. To my surprise, it seemed like a door suddenly opened. A door? What kind of door is this? I approached it and slowly opened it. I was astonished to find that it led to a room.

After dinner, Adam returned to the reading room. Meanwhile Jes returned to her bedroom. Adam's myriad of jobs are piling up, he must finish immediately if he is going to enjoy the weekend. But tonight's problem was not over the weekend, there was another matter which was very important and could not be left out. Adam opened a secret door in the reading room. A door with very sophisticated security. The door does not resemble a door like usual, at a glance anyone who enters the room will see that the door is like an ordinary bookshelf. Indeed, the door is in the form of a bookshelf to manipulate anyone who enters the room.

"I bruise like a peach!" The door slammed shut, the lock clicking, and I was alone. The room was unexpected. It looked like a private library. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined three walls, filled with leather-bound volumes that looked older than my entire bloodline. A massive fireplace dominated the fourth wall, unlit but stacked with logs. Two high-backed leather chairs sat in front of it, and a small table between them held a crystal decanter of something amber. Very cozy, very ‘let's have a civilized chat before I ruin your life.’

Their footsteps were heavy and even and they walked slightly ahead of me, close enough that it was clear I was being escorted, far enough that it didn't look like dragging. When we reached the tall wooden door at the end of the hall, one of them knocked twice, sharp and quick, then opened it and stepped aside. I stepped through alone. The door closed behind me. The room stopped me for half a second before I remembered to keep moving. It was large in a way that was almost aggressive about it. Dark charcoal walls, almost black, and on the left side bookshelves running floor to ceiling with actual books, hundreds of them, the kind with cracked spines and worn edges that had clearly been read an

People usually hide the things they do not want others to discover. My gaze stopped on a bookshelf at the back of the room. I had looked at it hundreds of times before, but this time I actually paid attention to what was on it. The shelves were not filled with old novels. Instead, there were books about sports, football magazines, and even several books about gambling. “Motherfucker,” I muttered as I quickly walked across the room.

Stopping her pacing, Althea turns to us, “Come with me, I want to show you something. It’s time.” There was still so much I wanted to ask and craved to know. Tawny and I followed her as she led us to the back of the room and pulled at a book from a bookcase that covered the entirety of the wall. The book fell back into its place, a loud creek and groan came from the bookcase and a puff of air sounded as the bookcase opened and revealed a hidden door. “That’s some neat shit,” Tawny whispered up at me. And I had to agree, it was pretty cool. I would never have known the hidden doorway existed, even if I was looking for it.

Dust motes floated in the air like lazy ghosts. Eva led me to the tall bookshelf behind the principal’s desk. “Help me move it.” she said. Together, we shoved. The shelf groaned like it resented being disturbed, inching aside to reveal a metal door, cool and strange, etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly in the dark. I stared, breath catching in my throat. “How did you move this alone the first time?” “I didn’t,” she said, voice flat. “I had help.”

I said. “It doesn't have to mean anything,” Rowan reasoned, but I was already by the door. I ran back to the lab, finding the spot Catherine had been looking at. Enzo and Rowan joined me a moment later, surveying the nearly empty shelf with nothing but a single book on it. I picked up the book and heard a faint click. Then the whole shelf began to slide to the side, revealing a door with a key panel. “Holy shit,” Enzo muttered.