Booktok Door Lean Novels & Stories

“Come look at this.” I stood, still breathless, and walked over. Bastian’s headlamp illuminated something strange before us; a door. Or at least, what could have been one. It was really just a carved arch in the stone with no discernible handle or hinges, but it was adult-sized, and when I leaned closer, the grooves around it seemed to go through all the way to the other side. “Help me push,” Bastian said. I did. We pushed together, hard, Dominic coming to help. The door, or whatever it was, didn’t budge of some time. Eventually, we gave up, stumbling back and breathing hard.

Nothing like losing yourself in a book when things get tough. Kasey lay across the couch lazily as she flipped to the next page of the book. She had been reading for about two hours before a loud bang snapped her to look towards the main door. A snarl came from the other side of the door as the person on the other side struggled to open the door. She was quick to sit up and stare anxiously as the door finally opened, Shobek trotted in and slammed the door closed. Her fear dissipated as she watched him stroll over to the bed and flop down on it. She carefully checked the page number she was on and set the book down on the coffee table.

He reminded her of her own words and Emma agreed feeling embarrassed. “Oh, yes.” With that, Henry ended the call and Emma stared at the shelf suspiciously, how could the door be opened? She started to think and then slowly, she pushed the side of the shelf, but it didn’t move, she then noticed a book which was out of order, she pulled it out and just like that the shelf slid from the side automatically, revealing a narrow door. Emma’s eyes popped open at this revelation, she opened the door with a curious heart and then entered the dark narrow path.

Two. One. Room. I spun around, ready to argue, but— Click. Zane leaned against the door he’d just locked. “Oh Boy. Door’s jammed,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just turned the key himself. “Might need a replacement.” I grabbed a slipper from my foot and hurled it at him. He caught it. With one hand. The bastard didn’t even blink. “Open the door, Romano.” “I will, after you admit this is your room too.”

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

It spanned the entire back wall, filled with files, leather-bound volumes, and odd-looking arts and ceramics. “That’s it?” she whispered. Bryan nodded, already moving toward it. “The lock mechanism is hidden behind the third row from the top. Help me shift this ladder.” The two moved quickly; Bryan climbed up, feeling for the hidden panel behind the books. After a moment, there was a soft click, and a portion of the bookshelf slid aside, revealing a sleek metal door with a biometric scanner and keypad. Lily stepped forward, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the sight. “This... isn’t just any vault. It’s practically a fortress,” she muttered as her hand brushed over the iron door.

“Slide it forward.” Fiona pulled the hidden lever, an old hardbound book that came forward only about two inches before sticking in place. She let go of the book when she realized it was not coming out. It slipped back into its spot between two other books on the tightly packed shelf, and a groaning sound emanated from the wall as the bookshelf began to swivel and turn forward into the room. Fi shot me a “what the hell” look with her eyes, but said nothing aloud. Just paced backward to allow the bookshelf to pivot on its hinges, shaking her head in amazement as cool air floated out from the dim, stone walled stairwell behind the hidden door.

The doors were not engraved with animals but names. I caught something different in Ashyy's eyes when I asked about those two doors. He's hesitant. "Nothing good, come on," without any answer, he pulled me hastily. Upon reaching the next floor we entered a magnificent door. "Wow, It is so beautiful." A beautiful big library was settled in front of me. Piles of books were arranged nicely at those big oak cabinets designed with the ladder itself. My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving.

"We've got to break in; I don't have the codes." The rest of them lined up, right shoulders aimed at the doors. "Aim for the seam between them. That's the weak link," Asher called from his position. "On three." I counted down. The doors cracked open on the first try; we slammed the doors so hard against the walls that the left door bounced back almost smashing Atlas in the face. "Kiema!" I ran through the sitting area straight into the bedroom.

Rows of shelves lined the walls, packed with thick leather-bound books, and right in the center was this old reading chair, high-backed and showing signs of wear from years of use. She turned and locked the door behind us, the click sounding louder than it should have in the quiet space. “Strip down,” she said, leaning back against one of the shelves with her arms crossed over her chest