Booktok Doorframe Lean Novels & Stories

AYLIN POV The heavy latch on my broken door rattled, making me instantly grab the iron poker from the hearth. Lucien had only been gone for a minute, but someone was already lurking outside. I held the metal rod up, watching a dark shadow flicker past the cracked wooden panels. The door swung open. "Miss me, darling?" Kaelen asked, leaning his shoulder against the splintered frame. He had his arms crossed over his black leather chest-plate, looking relaxed despite what happened

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:

She thought Edwin was judging me for being pregnant and she was smirking with satisfaction. Edwin glanced at the cardboard box on the floor, and when he saw the broken frame with a picture of me and Matthew, his smile vanished. "Why keep this junk around?" I laughed too, and as I walked past the box on the way, I gave it a kick. "Right. Once you toss out the trash, there’s no need to pick it up again." With that, I ignored Matthew's scowl and slid into the passenger seat of the Porsche. I had to say, riding in that car worth over three hundred thousand dollars was really comfy.

“Still need to seal the windows. Morwen wants to check the wards. But the bones are there.” I stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth railing of the porch. “Leo,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” He relaxed a fraction. “It’s… ours,” he said quietly. “If you want it.” I moved slowly, taking in the details. The doorframe had little carvings along the sides—tiny leaves, moons, and, I realized, books. A wolf’s profile tucked among them. Inside, the air smelled like fresh wood and possibility. There was a main room, open and bright despite the trees outside, with a corner clearly meant for a reading chair—a built‑in window seat with cushions already in place.

I was glad he didn’t Testing each door I passed while heading deeper into the long-stretched, none of the door handles budged under my grasp except one. Pausing, I held my breath and tried again. The tall wooden frame creaked under its weight while it slowly swung open. I poked my head through the gap. Everything about its lavender walls, dusty sheets, and antique furniture said I shouldn’t come in. But I wanted to, and so I did.

I tilted my head, giving a small nod. Kyle reached out and pressed the spine of a blue book. It shifted. Slide inward. A soft, mechanical click followed, and the entire bookshelf trembled before slowly pulling away—revealing a hidden door concealed behind it. My breath caught. Kyle stepped closer, gripping the golden doorknob. He twisted it twice in opposite directions. Click. The sound echoed softly in the stillness. Then, with a long, creaking sigh— the door opened. My jaw fell open the moment I stepped inside.

Amanda said and ended the call professionally. The Japanese Cedar door was carved from a very expensive Cupressaceae, yet it was very light in mass and reflected light rays that beamed on them. The glass sheet that was fixated between a frame made it look more exceptional. "I'll get the door" one of the security officers said and headed for the door to open it. It was Blake! Amanda was perplexed! She never expected to see Blake at this hour of the night. Although, she knew that Blake and her father had some sort of business correlation.

I am indebted to this man. “Get a room why don’t you?” I hear a mutter and Kaden in a sudden outburst, lifts the bookshelf that had nearly crushed me and hurls it against the wall on the far end of the room. It smashes to smithereens and to our shock, the wall crumbles to reveal a tiny door. It creaks open. I blink and look from Landon to Kaden. “It’s a door…” I say. “I can see that,” Kaden snaps.

Just held it out to me. I took it, eyes still on him. He looked tired. But not the physical kind. Turning the key was slow. The door groaned open like it had been holding its breath for years. Inside was still. Dust floated in the air. The light was low. A twin bed sat near the window, tucked in neatly like someone had made it and never touched it again. A pair of old soccer cleats lay near the foot. A bookshelf—half-filled with comic books, worn-out paperbacks, some of them bent from the spine. A cracked photo frame on the nightstand. A young boy, grinning, arm wrapped around a woman. Same eyes.

“It’s rude to ask a question like that.” The old man only blinked at her before scratching his head. “It is?” I chuckled. “It’s all right. And yeah, the door’s still there. Check this out.” I hurried toward the bookshelf so I could pull open the hidden doorway and reveal the other room to the cook and groundskeeper. They were suitably impressed. Lewis even gave a whistle of awe. Then Mrs. Pan praised the rolling shelf ladder we’d installed the day before, right before she smacked Lewis’s hand when he reached for a grape sitting on one of the lunch trays.