Booktok Door Frame Novels & Stories

I quickly pushed the thought away and focused on where I was heading to. I walked for about a minute before I came across the beautiful heavy oak door that the girl had described. It was truly beautiful as she had said, even more so. It was very large and wide with a grand door knocker made of polished gold. The door was hand carved with symbols of fire and a dagger, and inlaid with some types of colorful stones like the ones Mrs. White used to wear back in Blue Moon pack. The edges were trimmed with a darker color of the same type of oak used to make the door and it made the whole grandeur of the door more pronounced. If this was what the door of Alpha Derek's office looked like, I could no

As they traced the source of the faint chatter, Nico gestured to the boys to slip inside the door one by one to avoid catching attention. He kept the door slightly open to peek into the hallway to see if they were in the right place. On either side of the corridor, there are three mahogany doors. The walls are uniformly painted pale black, and the door frames are gray, just a few shades lighter. Each door has a distinct design.

A gap, barely visible, between the shelf and the wall. My breath caught. It was not attached to the wall. The bookshelf was not built in like I had always assumed. It was freestanding. Which meant it could move. I moved to the side, placing my hands on the edge of the shelf. It was heavy, solid wood loaded with books. But as I applied pressure, pushing experimentally, I felt it give way. Just slightly. Just enough to confirm my suspicion. This wasn't just a bookshelf. It was a door.

Every item looked as though it had been chosen to make me feel calm and cared for—an odd cruelty if the goal was to frighten me, or an equally odd tenderness if the goal was to recruit me. I tested the doors and windows again, more thoroughly this time. The back door gave the faintest, soundless resistance—an engineered stop, not an accident. The bars at the windows were bolted on the outside, the screws painted over to match the frame. Someone with means and patience had prepared this place for me.

She did not look directly at the portrait, but instead looked straight at the door, but from the corner of her eye, she could not help but see the burning gaze of the man on the portrait that sent chills all over her body and made the skin on her neck stand on its ends. Flora immediately tried the knob and found the door to be unlocked. Maya did say that she had unlocked the doors to the rooms that needed to be cleaned and the blankets, sheets and curtains needed to be replaced. The door itself was bigger than her own door at the servants’ quarters, Flora thought. It was heavy and reddish in color, in keeping with the theme of the house. Flora wondered about the source of the wood which woul

Now he was right there. Sex wasn’t going to be anything important to her. He was the important thing. She would do anything she could to make sure that he stayed there with her. She went into the room and realized how different it was from the others. There were no windows that were able to see it. The one window was up high, and no one could see into it to view inside the room. She opened the bookcase and then went into the room and shut the door. She looked at Mack on the bed, who was in some pain when she did walk in. Though the second he saw her, he forced a mask on to hide the pain he was feeling.

It simply wasn’t in his nature. Ostensibly talking to Clare but really thinking aloud, he repeated some of the things he had noticed about the door earlier. “The pins for the hinges are on the outside, as well as the screws for the doorknob. That definitely doesn’t work in our favor. The door itself isn’t an exact fit for the frame, there’s a little bit of space all the way around. I think I can see some kind of slide lock or deadbolt.” “You’re right,” Clare said. “Whenever Big Daddy comes or goes, I hear him sliding the lock.”

I snap off the connection. From the end of the long hallway, a slight movement. As I watch, fascinated, the handle of front door turns; quietly, slowly, then eases back to its resting position. Silence... Muttering... A bang; the sound of impact. My every nerve-ending jangles an alarm. The vein in my temple pulses a beat then beats a steady tattoo through my skull. The door doesn't budge. And it won't. Not easily. Four-inch-thick oak, backed up by high-speed steel bars running the length through the walls.

The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room.

Brady’s POV With the added security, no matter how hard they tried or how strongwilled they were, the door was built with the best security measures. It’d take at least an hour to break down such a door. The door to the cabin was an in-built door layered with aluminum alloy and steel plates, featuring four hinges. Steel doors are more challenging to steal down. The glazing was impenetrable, with an added layer of cherry, oak, and mahogany.