Book Door Novels & Stories

2 FAM. My gaze automatically shifted to the bookshelves inside the room and my eyes widened in realization. "I got it" I said and find the 131.2 FAM book on the shelves. I know that numbers and letters. That's the format when finding a book in the library. My forehead creased when I face a brown old book after following the 131.2 FAM. I reach it and was about to pulled it out when suddenly something click and then the shelves move. I step back and I come to realization upon seeing a single door entrance. It is a secret door hidden behind the shelves. I open it carefully and I gasp when an outline map greeted me.

“DO NOT ENTER” I scoffed. Who still does that. Make a note and post on the door. The message on it is what is going to make me want to check out the room. I slowly pushed the knob and I was surprised to find out it wasn’t locked. The door opened and I entered slowly closing the door behind him. The room was dark but I could still see the view inside. It’s practically a library. A table and chair are in the room and around it are shelves full of books.

James said and then stepped forward to help Brian pull on the bars. The old hinges creaked slightly, but the door was stuck. Enrico and two others came to give them a hand and very slowly the door opened to reveal an entire room, almost like a bank vault. The musty odor of old books filled their nostrils, making them gag, but then four phone torches lit up the bookshelves and the dusty desk that had been hidden away for decades. The ink pot and the pen lay on top of the desk, a stack of papers lay beneath a tray that served as a paper weight. A filling cabinet stood in the corner, the key hung from the ring on the side.

"Let's just speed through this last one and then we can grab something to eat and get some much needed rest. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." We come to the final door on the ground floor. The word "office" hangs on the door in bronze letters. The door is ajar, and I nudge it open with the toe of my boot. It creaks, alerting anything inside to our presence. We wait for a second, listening for signs of any movement within. When nothing comes to greet us, we step carefully into the room.

"your work is done here, you can leave now." " Yes ma'am, "Payton said and quickly left the office. I took the documents and went to a corner of my office where the books were neatly arranged on the shelf. It was an artificial shelf, meant to hide something behind it. I pushed a few books aside and clicked a button on the wooden frame. The whole shelf moved and a door appeared. It was my private room. The room was very spacious and well-furnished. There was a bed in the middle of the room and a bathroom in one corner; There was also another door in the room.

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.

Why am I trembling? He took me to his office after breakfast. It was surrounded by tall shelves made of fine dark wood. The carpet was thick and soft and the city lights flowed over the floors. Without taking his eyes off mine, he pressed a button and the bookshelf rotated round and round and then just opened up. Behind it was a door. He pressed another button and the door clicked open. He stepped in, and I immediately mirrored his actions. I didn't need to be told. In the dim light, all I could see was a normal room with a king's side bed and drawers. Why did he have a room at the back of his bookshelf?

Rose was distraught, he has too be here but where? “Is it like in the movies where there’s a secret compartment of some sort?” She instantly became a detective and started looking for clues or traces, literally anything would do! She moved her search to the shelf on the right and started raising each book but nothing special happened so she did the same thing to the left and voila! The shelf automatically moved aside and created a narrow door that required a passcode. “Shoot! The document must be in here, what is the code?” “Pim pim pim! Dang!”

"I'll grab the documents, pay you extra, and we're out of here." I hit the landing, and that's when I saw it. The door is at the end of the short hallway. It was solid steel, built right into the wall, totally out of place in this architectural masterpiece. That had to be the safe room. I walked up to it and punched in the standard family code. Click. The heavy door swung open, revealing a small, climate-controlled room. The room held nothing. Zero ledgers. No dusty boxes. Just a single, neatly folded note placed on a small teak table.

As Alexander and I explored the depths of our newly acquired mansion, we stumbled upon a hidden door concealed behind an intricately carved bookcase. Intrigued by the discovery, we exchanged excited glances and approached the mysterious entrance, our curiosity piqued. With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing a hidden library bathed in the soft glow of flickering candlelight. The air was thick with the scent of ancient parchment, and the shelves were lined with rows upon rows of weathered books and delicate scrolls.