Booktok Doorframe Novels & Stories

She was just resting on the bed with Damien after their mating session, but here she was, standing in front of the door Roy had forbidden her to step into. The door was old and worn, with a sturdy wooden frame and a large iron knocker in the shape of a snarling wolf's head. The wood was weathered to a silvery gray, and the iron knocker was rusted in places, giving it a menacing appearance. Carved into the door were various symbols, each seemingly more intricate than the last.

That meant that there was a space behind it. So Warren searched the room again. On the bookshelf where he found the books, he slowly picked out the books, one by one to see if there was a mechanism to open the hidden door. But he still couldn't find anything. Warren then decided to use force and bust open the wall with a Reiteki-infused punch, but even that was unsuccessful.

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.

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

“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.

Brady’s POV With the added security, no matter how hard they tried or how strongwilled they were, the door was built with the best security measures. It’d take at least an hour to break down such a door. The door to the cabin was an in-built door layered with aluminum alloy and steel plates, featuring four hinges. Steel doors are more challenging to steal down. The glazing was impenetrable, with an added layer of cherry, oak, and mahogany.

My grip on the frame tightened as I bit hard into my lower lip. The air going up my lungs thinned on impulse as I rushed over to a side of the room where I placed the frame back where it belonged. On the wall. Staring at it for once last time, I shifted my gaze over to the figure of the door. Someone was calling my name, I had to go answer that call. Who knows if it was some emergency of some sorts. I paced towards the door slowly anda s soon as I reached the door frame, I stretched my fingers and gripped the doorknob. It made a low creak as it chimed opened to the figure of two of Lucas's men.

Less confining and tolerable. Nico and Agatha have their individual rooms upstairs. I guess they have wooden beds too. I wonder how they can call that place a sanctuary, and it’s not even safe from wild animals. The cottage doesn't have a door, just a doorway with a few strands of silvery wind chimes to let them know someone has come inside. The windows are made of wood attached to the top of the window frame, but the rest are swinging freely. They pull up the flap every morning, supported by a dried tree trunk to keep it open, and pull it back down at night.

Alex linked. He was looking at the same door and immediately his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Don't you smell that?" I linked back. "What smell?! Are you ok Alpha?" Alex looked panic, like he was unsure what to do. "Stay put, just investigating something." My eyes were locked on at the black door; it was large and had intricate wood carvings imbedded into the exterior wood, but I knew this wasn't a regular wooden door. It was steel, disguised as wood to keep intruders out. I only knew that because my father used the same type of doors growing up in the pack house. He was a paranoid Alpha that took extreme measures to keep us all protected, especially my mother.

We went. The study was at the end of the inner corridor, away from the main entrance and the secondary access points. Heavy door, solid frame, the kind of construction that came from someone who had built a secured residence with deliberate intention. I locked it from inside and looked around the room immediately, the way I had learned to look at rooms now, cataloguing what was there and what could be useful. Bookshelves. A desk with a heavy brass lamp. A wooden chair. Filing cabinets. A second door on the far wall, closed.