Booktok Door Frame Novels & Stories

When we reached the bedroom, Alaric leaned his shoulder carefully against the door to nudge it open, then stepped inside. I reached for the wall panel, pressing the dimmer switch. Warm light slowly flooded the room. Atticus’s bedroom was big. Almost absurdly so for a six-year-old. The walls were painted a muted forest green with intricate crown molding and tall arched windows framed with linen drapes. Near the corner, a floor-to-ceiling built-in shelf housed neat rows of hardbound storybooks and collectible models.

The fence goes around both sides blocking off each side. The front yard is huge, bigger than I have ever seen. We don’t have much of a front yard where I grew up. The house is Colonial style brick with white windows and black shutters. The front door is black with a white door frame. It has two long windows on each side. There are 9 windows in total. There is a huge window above the door and four on each side. Two right next to the door on each side and two on each side of the huge window. By the looks of each there are three floors, they must have added dormers to the attic. We make it to the door and before Elliot could get his hand on the knob the door opens and we are greeted by Pa

The fire was not enough to see clearly what was inside, and they could not hear even a sound. The door was made of solid iron. On thick iron plates, there were countless protrusions, even holes that were about to be punctured, pitifully tattered. The traces clearly showed the shape of a large fist that was extremely powerful. Enough to know that the person inside tried many times to break the door to get out. But the big and thick door in the window frame was also distorted and about to break. It was possible to imagine how great the breaking force was. “If you want to live or die while your body is still intact, This door must be replaced this afternoon.”

Holy shit, there's something behind those books. I'm examining the bookcase closest to the wall, every fucking inch. Now I see it. There's just a little gap between the outside one and the next one. The others are screwed tight. This is a fucking door. Really? This is so cliché, a secret fucking door. But why? Gold, baby, that's why.

Zark, following Keil herself; Walking through the throne room towards the exit, he came to the front of a large door on the other side of the room. Rising more than seven meters, this masterful double door was meticulously engraved with an Angel on the right panel and a demon on the left panel. The engraving was so vivid that he felt like they might jump out of the door and start attacking. As if the door had some kind of consciousness, it slowly opened automatically.

After showering, I grabbed a pair of shorts from the pile, threw them on, and walked to the pack house. I could hear the maintenance crew upstairs. As I reached the top, they all bowed their heads to me. Man, they were fast. They had the door replaced with a beautiful mahogany door. “Is this thing really strong?” I asked. “Yes, Alpha, it looks like a typical wooden door but, the inside contains stainless steel. The wood is just there for looks. It is the most secure door we could find, just like you wanted.” “Thank you,” I said pulling fur hundred dollars out of my wallet. I handed each of the two crisp hundred-dollar bills. They both looked confused.

Panicking now, he turned it the other way, pushing his massive shoulder against the door as he did. Still nothing. Goddamn it. Scars lay on his back, Keira tucked into his side, lifted both legs to his chest, plowed his boots forward into the metal door. It stayed resolutely closed, so he kicked again. Again. Again. That was when he saw that the frame was bent, buckled, deformed, undoubtedly by the heat. His heart fell into his stomach, as he clocked that this escape route was shut to them. Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me.

My dad tries to get me to leave the book, but I tell him what the rest of the paragraph said. My dad moves the panel wider open and steps through, and then when I step over the threshold the panel closes behind me and seals itself back up. I jump a little bit, as a bunch of dim lights start to turn on by themselves. The dim lights lead down a small path to another door that seems like it’s locked when dad tries to open it. However as soon as I step closer with the book, 2 circles appear, 1 on the door and another on the back of the book. I line them up with each other and there is a sound of deadbolts unlocking and the door swings open on its own accord.

Two guards were at the either side of the huge carved door almost reaching its ceiling. Ryan removed the black glass from his eyes and put it back in its previous place. He then extended his hand towards Maze dragging her out of her reverie. Maze smiled nervously as she allowed him to hold her hand and then they both entered through the door that was opened by the gatekeepers. As they stepped inside, Maze hitched in her breath. She exhaled audibly, her eyes widened at the sight of such a huge collection of books. The exterior was completely made of wood. No touch of cement was there, at least not visible to the bare eyes.

Frank motions for us to enter first and then follows us inside, closing the door behind us with a click and a clank as the door locks itself shut, sealing us inside. The room feels less like your typical safe room, and more like a large, comfortable, triangular-shaped study/library. A large leather couch in one corner, a wet bar with a healthy stock of booze in another corner, and a large kitty-corner writing desk in the third corner. The walls are mostly lined with bookshelves, except for one patch of wall beside the writing desk that’s lined with monitors displaying the various closed circuit camera views of the property, which is just about the only aspect of the room that even remotely r