Book Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

Two boys and a girl were having a threesome. “Oh shit!” He exclaimed in horror, quickly slamming the door, “Please memory, forget what you just saw.” He moved on to the next door and opened it. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed once more at the gruesome scene and shut the door, “Is Professor Stiles even home? How the hell am I to leave here.” He moved on to the next door and placed his eye on it. All he heard was moans, he moved to the next one, to the next and then to the last door on the passage.

Cam tugs on a strand of her hair thoughtfully. “I have a couple ideas about what it could be. Let me double check something.” She goes to the locked cage and with a hand over the lock and a few whispered words she opens it. She rummages around and pulls out a tightly bound leather book from the back of the shelf before closing up the cage and returning to the little table slash workspace that we’re all standing around. There aren’t chairs in here, but there wouldn’t be room for them even if there was. It’s a small price to pay for the privacy. “What’s that?” Harry asks, standing far too close to Cam and leaning over her shoulder. She snaps the book shut and ducks out and away from him.

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t

He deserves to do as much, considering I closed out the room and packed up for all three of us at Christmas after they went running like mad men after their women. I’d probably do the same if I had my own woman. If it were Nora I was trying to get back, but I’m not in that space right now. I’m just dreading the night ahead. Dreading the bland and boring women I know will come across that stage. As we reach and walk past the reception desk, I say to Reid, “I forgot to mention there’s a creepy guy staying here. Had to chase him off on my

However, Max had claimed he would be spending late nights with industry leaders, and it might be awkward for me to share a room. Since the main hotel was fully booked, I reluctantly went to another one, even though it was inconvenient and almost made me late for the event. Thinking back clearly, what kind of idiot would deliberately book two people from the same company in different hotels? It had all been part of her scheme. Alas, I was stupid enough to believe Max's excuse about needing to have late-night discussions with industry leaders. It was almost laughable.

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

Perhaps, the heaven was looking out for me finally. As assumed, there was a book. Black cover, golden spine. It was the book. I took it and examined the top. It was a strange book with a foreign languaged title and root-like thingies coiling it from every side. I tried to open it, but they were preventing so. Then it came. The sound of the front door closing. A tremor ran through my heart, and it didn't run away. It held my hands and legs in a clutch. With a shaky hand, I inserted the book inside my dress and pushed the vault door closed. With difficulty, I put the painting back in its place and ran to the door.

Well, with the rate at which I am allowed to move about , it is actually not shocking that I never knew about this room. The heavy door is already open. Lev walks straight to a tall bookcase against the wall. Books fill every shelf. Old, leather covers and gold letters. Lev reaches for a thick red book. Nikolai’s voice cuts sharp. “Wrong book.” My mind spins. Men are shooting outside. Guns. Death. And they stop for books? What is this? Lev moves two shelves left. His hand finds a thin black book. No title. He pulls it. A low click sounds. The whole bookcase swings inward slow. Like a door. A hidden door. My mouth opens but no sound comes. Shock freezes me.