Booktok Door Frame Novels & Stories

A bicycle with one wheel missing leaned against a shelf. Then I saw it. A door. It was tucked away behind a shelf, small and wooden, with a rusted lock. The key in my pocket burned against my leg. My father’s words from the journal came back… “f you’re reading this, it means you found the door." I pulled the shelf aside, coughing from the dust. The door looked older than the rest of the house. Its frame was crooked, as if someone had built it in a hurry. My hands shook as I tried the key.

On the next floor, a couple of apartments are occupied, silhouettes moving behind the windows, the blue shimmer of a TV. On the fourth storey, balconied windows are brightly lit, at the front, and when I check around the corner, at the side too. Figures move in the light. I can't make out the details, but several people are moving around inside, mostly male... But there's another... Is that a woman? Then I see Wonder Boy, standing at the window, lighting up a cigarette. Keeping to the shadows as much as I can, I make my way to the door. Someone's taking their security seriously. The door is solid, well-constructed and the lock is a high-quality multi-action model. I could break in...

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

“I wasn't stari-” “Yes you were.” His stupid smirk was pure provocation. “Shut up.” I escaped down the hall, muttering under my breath but stopped mid step when something caught my eye. A door. Not your normal door, to be fair this isn't your normal house either. But this doke was different. Heavy steel instead of sleek wood which was reinforced with thick bolts. It was matte black like it had been designed for a bunker and it was locked. Curiosity kills the cat.

I had a lot of stares from the pack and a lot of heads being nodded in my direction. “They bow to the queen of the south!” echoed forcibly in my head. “OKKKKKKK. Let’s rein that ego in.” My wolf huffed in reply but did no such thing, if anything she puffed out her chest more just to annoy me. I inwardly groaned. Today was going to be a challenge in more ways than one. The library doors were a light oak wood with glass panels that had intricate floral designs of green and gold inlaid onto them. They were beautiful and as Becca went in I stayed and ran my finger over all the intricate details.

Tyler Bennett pov I turn left, making a metronome squeak as my rubber soles hit the tile. There are no people in the hall. As I turn the corner, a stark white wall is broken by a doorway. The door is hefty and sturdy, constructed of dark wood possibly ebony or Eastern black walnut and polished to a shiny glossy sheen. The wood has an inset gold medallion. A snake with its head drawn back and its fangs wide open, ready to attack, was loosely coiled around a shield and the letters.

I pressed my fingers lightly against the painting’s gilded frame. “I don’t know you… but you look like him.” My voice sounded too loud in the silent corridor. I wondered if he could hear me. If any of them could. All these people frozen in oil and canvas, guarding their secrets in silent judgement. I shook myself and kept moving, hugging my arms tightly to my chest as the corridor narrowed and twisted. That’s when I saw it. The door. It was unlike any other in the manor. Made entirely of black stone, veins of dark silver running through it like frozen lightning. The handles were wrought iron twisted into claw shapes, almost organic. Like they could curl around my wrists if I wasn’t careful.

I asked, my voice composed and professional. “Of course, yes. You should take a look at the frame in my bedroom.” After saying that, she took the lead into another magnificent room. Nothing was a joke in here. Even the bed itself– large enough to accommodate three kings and their wives in one night of passion, and tasteful enough to late for work, stood beside the door. My eyes lost in beauty, the young babe bent and pulled her drawer before pulling a picture for me to examine. To my surprise, it was a 12 inch (30.48 cm), coarse and curved dildo!