Book Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

The moment I arrived at the office, Jane grabbed my hand and said loudly, "Chloe, I've asked my friend the question!" There were other colleagues around her, so I quickly gestured for her to lower her voice. She covered her mouth and giggled. Leaning close to me, she whispered, "My friend said that she can open most password-locked doors. She can even open doors that locksmiths can't open!" That was great news! I was delighted. Once the other colleagues walked away, I sat Jane down and whispered, "Jane, please do me a favor."

It was not a strange thing to let visitors into your house after all. "That is strange," Damien said. Sam lifted up his head and wondered if he and his friend had the same definition of what strange was—how was it strange that an elderly couple allowed someone else into their house? "Well, I guess I have slipped into another universe where the ordinary things are considered strange then," Sam said, looking around. He knew it was impossible but still, he wanted to make sure that he was still living on earth that he called his home. "That is it," Damien said, standing up and walking out of the table frame. He stopped crossing his hands across his chest and shook his head. "Kevin and Rosa have

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Maybe it was a safe room. I decided to explore this place and came across a bookshelf. Ah, finally the reading glasses are starting to make some sense. Although I guess, the magic book correlates to it as well. Whatever, I am kind of slow today. I approached the bookshelf and skimmed through the book titles. It looked like a book collection of history books. They all had that ‘end of times’ title. I shall take some of those with me then. While I was walking around aimlessly, getting my fingerprints on everything in the room, I came across an old door which was chained and locked with a deadlock.

His other hand was in the pocket of his coat. "Okay, let's go then," I mumbled to myself and put the bowl in the lock. The fret jumbled as it turned into it. Click. With a quick step to the side, out of the line of fire, I yanked the door open. Nothing happened. I waited, but no proles jumped out to pounce on us. The empty frame was like a dark throat into another dimension. Not even a breeze dared to move in these seconds. Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment.

How do I break the fucking door down? I have no idea, and that's okay because I have plenty of time to figure it out. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

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.”

Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.

I could still hear her moans of pleasure loud and clear as I passed her door. I got to my room and shut the door behind me locking it. I fetched the cloak from where I had tossed it and wiped at the dust. My heart accelerated as I saw the inscription on the front cover. It was some type of occult book for witches and Satanists. Barbra for all her beauty and perfection must be into this weird shit as a type of hobby or something. Whatever it was, I didn't care but of course, I knew there was something more.