Book Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

As soon as they turned and left the room, the book closes back by itself, and the book cover reads; 'THE BOOK OF SHADOWS' and then the book disappears. . . .++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hope you guys enjoyed this episode. Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow to gain more updates. Love you guys #kisses❣️

It is not where the family ends. That continues in the archive soon to reach the world, in Adrian's account still being written, in Iris's first steps toward a window that has always opened from the inside, in whatever finds its way to this gate next, in whoever still needs, somewhere out there, a place that holds. The door stays open. Always. THE END Marked by the Moon, Crowned by Vengeance / Biker's Temptation: Claimed by the Ruthless Mafia King: Book One Book Two begins where every door, eventually, leads: outward, into whatever comes next.

Far from Vesper City's glittering towers. A metal door slowly opened. A hidden room. A forgotten place. Dust floated through the darkness. A man stepped inside. Without hesitation, he approached an old steel safe. The lock clicked. Then opened. Inside sat a worn black book. Old. Aged. Covered in years of dust. The Black Ledger. The man picked it up carefully. Opened the first page. And smiled. Because one name appeared again. And again. And again. Written throughout countless entries. One name connected everything.

The office was quiet except for the low hum of computers and the occasional rustle of papers. Adrian Blackwood sat at his desk, eyes scanning lines of data that told stories he didn’t want to read. Financial irregularities, suspicious communications, and the faintest hints that Vincent Drake was not idle. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and leather — familiar, yet tonight, it felt suffocating.

It was Clarissa. It sounded like she had even locked the shop door, probably to keep anyone else from coming in. Then she headed quickly toward the back storage room. Each step brought her closer. She seemed to be pulling off her pants as she walked. A second later, that same heat and wetness surrounded me again. Even though nothing had technically happened yet, the intense friction alone was enough to make my head spin. "Mmm…" This time, I couldn't hold it in. A long groan slipped out of my throat.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Present Day Emily lived by one rule: look good, work harder. A rule she had set for herself four years ago. Dressed in black pants and a tucked-in pink shirt, accompanied by a pink leather handbag—she stood in the lobby of City Pulse Press. Looking at her, one would think she feared nothing—but deep down, she panicked at the thought of what awaited her behind the doors of Carol's office. Carol was the only person in the building who could see through Emily's composure.

Celeste POV The door shut with a gentle sound, but the click felt deafening in my ears. My heart was still beating fast, echoing the fire left behind on my lips. Alexander’s kiss stole something from me, something I thought I’d buried with Clara. I stood stuck in a spot, leaning the edge of the mahogany bookshelf for support. My legs weren’t shaking, no, they shouldn't be. I can’t allow it. Not here. Not when I’d come this far. Not after six years of well constructed plans.

With only a split second to make a decision, I turned and raced towards the door, knowing that I couldn’t allow the individual to get away. Opening the door to what I thought was a storage room, I stepped inside, and as the door behind me closed, I quickly realized this was no normal storage room. The stacks of books around me began to disappear, and the light that once filled it turned into complete darkness, as the only light that remained was the red glow from the necklace around my neck.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.