Booktok Door Frame Novels & Stories

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

“Still need to seal the windows. Morwen wants to check the wards. But the bones are there.” I stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth railing of the porch. “Leo,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” He relaxed a fraction. “It’s… ours,” he said quietly. “If you want it.” I moved slowly, taking in the details. The doorframe had little carvings along the sides—tiny leaves, moons, and, I realized, books. A wolf’s profile tucked among them. Inside, the air smelled like fresh wood and possibility. There was a main room, open and bright despite the trees outside, with a corner clearly meant for a reading chair—a built‑in window seat with cushions already in place.

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

Sliding my hands into the pockets of my blue boot-cut jeans, I at long last noticed the details on the dark-brown wood of the doors. There was a carving of a faceless mother with an equally faceless girl on her lap, her arm was wrapped around the child’s neck and she was holding a book as she did so, reading to her. On the edges of the semi-circular doors were more carvings of half-opened books, full-opened books, closed books, dancing books, and flying books… in every possible angle, arranged at these heavy edges like a frame. There was also the carving of a faceless man with glasses on, in a kind of dignified kingly stance with a staff in one hand and an opened book in the other.

I looked in the direction she pointed, and found myself surprised by what I found. The door was indeed old. The door was made from a rich red wood, dips and dents showing the age of the polished surface. Yet despite its age, you could tell that it had been taken care of. The wood still gleamed in the dim torch light from where it was regularly polished. And despite the light layer of dust covering the fixings, and the few spider webs that were beginning to appear in the corners of the door frame, it still looked loved. Its large brass hinges had been crafted into crescent moons. And the door itself was heavily carved, depicting the scene of a man and a woman joining together. They were surro

I tried a different angle, pressing it against the door handle. Still no response. "What's wrong? Is it demagnetized?" I anxiously moved the card around the door crack. "Such a high-end apartment, and the door lock quality is this poor?" I had been tired all day, my arms were sore, and I still had to carry this heavy stack of books. My patience was gradually running out. "Please, just open the door!" Just as I was about to give up and put down the books to call the lobby manager. "Click."

Dom had thought that far ahead, and the card reader opens and there’s a number pad to insert the code. She taps the code in and opens the door, she flips the lights on. It wasn’t dark but it feels better with the lights on. She walks over to the cribs, and runs her hands over them. They are more beautiful than she’d thought, she’d seen the photos before the kidnapping, three almost identical cribs, each made mostly from ebony, with the flat panels of the sides made from ziricote wood, which is grey with striking black lines running the length of the panels following the grain of the wood.

Angela laughed out loud, “Let’s go, farm girl.” We walked to the house and I noticed the French doors in the front were double pane glass and had a wilderness scene with wolves etched into them. I smiled, “These are perfect doors.” We walked in and I fell in love instantly. I noticed Daniel had pulled Angela to the side and then I watched her step outside.

As he beelined towards his condo at top speed, he said to Vivian urgently, “Vee, go to the bookshelf now. On the third grid from the right and the fourth from the top, there’s a button behind. Push it. Then, go to the first grid on the left and go up three grids, and you’ll find another button. Push it as well. Remember the order. A door will appear shortly.” The volley of gunshots didn't stop, and every one of them was focused on the lock. Without wasting any further second, Vivian held the phone and went to search for the buttons that Edward had told her about. The first button was very well hidden. If he hadn't told her its specific location, she would have certainly missed it. After she

“That old door was an invitation to a break and enter. I’m surprised you didn’t have anyone do that before this, Kiera. It was bad. Truly not safe for you or anyone to have. Anyone could just break the window, reach in, and open the door.” “So if you’ve done that, how is the blood dealer supposed to enter?” Dean raised one finger to tell her to wait and watch. He opened the door. He’d placed a storm door on the other side of the heavy wooden door. He left it like that, with the glass storm door closed but the wooden door open. Now the light flooded into the space more than it ever had. Kiera blinked a few times, and she tilted her head to acknowledge that was an improvement and a fix to the