Booktok Door Frame Novels & Stories

Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness. The door, splintered around the lock, wouldn’t latch. Jake immediately threw his weight against it, his boots skidding on the polished marble floor. “It won’t hold! I need to brace it!” he grunted, the strain evident in his voice as the door shuddered under an impact from the other side. A pale, grasping hand shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

We navigated the winding corridors of the first floor until we finally reached the massive double doors of the private library. Kade pushed the doors open and walked directly to the back wall of the room, stopping in front of a tall wooden bookshelf filled with heavy encyclopedias. He reached behind a thick leather-bound volume and pulled a hidden metal lever. The entire bookshelf clicked loudly and swung outward on heavy steel hinges, revealing a thick reinforced steel door equipped with a digital keypad. Kade typed a rapid sequence of numbers into the glowing panel, and the heavy door hissed open to expose a brightly lit concrete room.

"'Wait, let me check the ground very well and see if we can find her there,' she said and shifted her hand fully into the room. Then she started making her hand curve in a way that the touch could reach the ground, and she could see what was actually happening." "She did this for some time, got tired, then returned back to her previous position." "'I didn't see anything. Maybe we should try going into the house by ourselves so we could see what is truly going on with her,' she said to them." "Immediately, I started hearing some pushing sounds from my door. They had started pushing, but the door didn't open. They had forgotten that the door wasn't made of cheap wood." "A door made with wood f

Taking the steps three at a time. By the time she caught up to me I was already behind my bedroom door locking it. She smashed into the wood door with a loud grunt. I cracked up laughing knowing that the door hurt her more than she hurt it. All the doors around the house are reinforced solid oak doors made specially for our supernatural strength. There has only been one to break down one of these doors and that was HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED. Her little fist pounded on the door. I ignored her giving the misconception of being mad at her.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

Something about the picture just didn't sit right with me. Just like Ma Levine had said, we finally reached the second floor where she had said my room would be. We walked down the long corridor, passing different doors before coming to one that looked to have been specially made differently from the rest. The door post bore complex designs, one that spoke of the majesty that laid behind the huge frame. The door itself looked as though it was created by some of the greatest craftsmen. It stood tall and wide, its top reaching at about seven feet in height. Its knob, made from brass, seemed to have been polished by the finest oil as it's surface mirrored the awed expression that I had on my fa

If this is not a trap, then what is the reason for this absurdity? Inspector Kim steeled her courage and peeked into the space behind the big door. This place is as big as a two-bedroom with a bare minimum of furniture on it. The concept applied to this room is the eye-catching Victorian style. Many frames decorated the empty wall. One of the frames has six people stand in front of a beautiful outdoor garden.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.