Novel & Cerita Booktok Door Frame

After a few moments, the door clicked and unlocked. “Get inside, and don’t ever play hero again.” he literally pushed me inside. “Fine, the magic door. You can figure that out.” He hurriedly went out and locked the door behind me. I was in the old study, with tall bookshelves filled with hardbound books. I went through it, finding the magic door, like he said. I looked down. It usually had scrapes on the floor or a dent on the carpet. And I was right. I pulled all the books until I found resistance. I pushed it back, and it clicked. The shelf moved, and I entered to see faces staring at me incredulously as if I had just gone insane.

Twelve more steps straight, junction pillar on the left at meter twenty, the access door three meters past it, the latch at shoulder height on the right side of the frame. Twelve steps…Pillar. Three steps…Latch. My hand found it in the dark. Cold metal, the weight of a door that had not been opened often, a slight resistance in the mechanism from disuse. I pressed the release, put my shoulder into it, pushed through.

We went. The study was at the end of the inner corridor, away from the main entrance and the secondary access points. Heavy door, solid frame, the kind of construction that came from someone who had built a secured residence with deliberate intention. I locked it from inside and looked around the room immediately, the way I had learned to look at rooms now, cataloguing what was there and what could be useful. Bookshelves. A desk with a heavy brass lamp. A wooden chair. Filing cabinets. A second door on the far wall, closed.

"Yes, Michael." I turn to look at Roman and say; "Let's see if we can get this door open, shall we?" I walk closer to the door. I step on a flat piece of rock, and I hear a click sound on the other side of the door. I try to push, but the door is not moving. I start to feel around the frame to see if I can not detect something that might stick out. I feel three-round pieces sticking out of the frame. One is on the left side, the other on the right, and the last one on the top part of the frame. I call out;

I was glad he didn’t Testing each door I passed while heading deeper into the long-stretched, none of the door handles budged under my grasp except one. Pausing, I held my breath and tried again. The tall wooden frame creaked under its weight while it slowly swung open. I poked my head through the gap. Everything about its lavender walls, dusty sheets, and antique furniture said I shouldn’t come in. But I wanted to, and so I did.

Lamps and vases with fresh flowers standing on them. A dark wood peeking out where it ends. The right wall one large window. There's even the window seat decorated with plush pillows that I always wanted. A glass door next to it leads out to a balcony. The wall next to the door we stepped through is a built in dark brown bookshelf. The wall opposite the window is bare except for the two doors sitting far apart. Ryder points to the one farthest away. "Closet," he states before moving to the door closest to us. "Bathroom."

Alex linked. He was looking at the same door and immediately his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Don't you smell that?" I linked back. "What smell?! Are you ok Alpha?" Alex looked panic, like he was unsure what to do. "Stay put, just investigating something." My eyes were locked on at the black door; it was large and had intricate wood carvings imbedded into the exterior wood, but I knew this wasn't a regular wooden door. It was steel, disguised as wood to keep intruders out. I only knew that because my father used the same type of doors growing up in the pack house. He was a paranoid Alpha that took extreme measures to keep us all protected, especially my mother.

That meant that there was a space behind it. So Warren searched the room again. On the bookshelf where he found the books, he slowly picked out the books, one by one to see if there was a mechanism to open the hidden door. But he still couldn't find anything. Warren then decided to use force and bust open the wall with a Reiteki-infused punch, but even that was unsuccessful.

The doors were not engraved with animals but names. I caught something different in Ashyy's eyes when I asked about those two doors. He's hesitant. "Nothing good, come on," without any answer, he pulled me hastily. Upon reaching the next floor we entered a magnificent door. "Wow, It is so beautiful." A beautiful big library was settled in front of me. Piles of books were arranged nicely at those big oak cabinets designed with the ladder itself. My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving.

Otherwise, such a noise disturbance might have prompted complaints. Ambrose attempted to knock harder, but the door was too solid. He then turned to a knife in an attempt to unlock the door but failed again. He went back to his room and noticed a card on the bedside table containing the hotel's private butler's contact details. He called the private butler and spoke angrily, "What kind of material is your door made of?" Thinking it was a test of his service skills, the professional butler replied politely, "Sir, our hotel doors are constructed with the most solid wood, featuring three layers of panels.