Booktok Doorway Lean Novels & Stories

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How do we get out? “I have a back door” he said with a smirk ‘A back door? We’re 14 floors above ground what is this man talking about?’ I thought as he took my hand, pulling me to the side. “A back door?” I scoffed “Open..” he said. Just as we stood, the bookshelf that stayed at the corner had begun to move. “Mr Cawthorn! Why don’t you show us your wife?” We heard from outside. “Is she scarred?” Another asked.

VENUS Her lips quiver before she nods, watery eyes cast downward. She leads us toward a dusty shelf at the far end of the library. I’ve never seen anyone use it. Carefully, she pulls out a faded book. It clicks like a lever, and suddenly the whole shelf lurches forward and slides sideways with a low rumble, revealing a small door embedded in the stone wall behind it. From her pocket, Ava pulls out a golden key and inserts it into the lock. With a soft click, the door creaks open.

Alice also smiled at Leanor. Eventually, as they turned their attention towards Leanor, both individuals nodded simultaneously. Placing their hands inside a brown door situated in the right corner, they pressed it onto the green dot and uttered the phrase "dining hall 1, password: Sour Cameo" in unison. In an instant, the two of them, along with the door, shrank and vanished without a trace. Sighing deeply, Leanor raised her hand to place on the door, but just then, sound of steps reverberated.

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 remained, standing, heels in the aisle. As she noticed earlier, where the shelves in the outer, more public rooms overwhelmed with their size, these did not. The ceiling low, the books sat at eye level, beginning not on the floor, but right below her knees. The sconces at the door not tarnished but burnished bright. The room lit with nothing but their glow. She moved close, scanning the sallow spines, one looking much like the other. Raised a hand. Paused. “You fear not having a book in you, yes?” A gentle smile from the man watching from the door.

Movement and then: “Get your people and leave. We need to have a little chat with her. I'll let you know when it's ready." "Sure?" “Do you doubt my ability to deal with one weak wolf? Do you need a reminder of what I'm capable of?" "No. I just... let's go guys. Let's wait upstairs." The steps have been removed. I took advantage of this and jumped to the next bookcase, landing silently on my tiptoes. I caught a glimpse of men passing through the doorway of the bookstore under the sign of the "Slaughtered Sheep" pub. I jumped again, landed without a sound, and then slid down to hide prone on a nearby cabinet.

He leaned slightly against the counter and looked around with a satisfied grin. “Look at this place,” he murmured to himself. “Running like a perfectly oiled machine.” At that exact moment, a small stack of books slipped from the display table and fell to the floor with a soft thud. Alex sighed. “Almost perfectly.” ***** The bell above the door chimed softly. Alex looked up. Standing in the doorway was Edith Dalloway, as elegant and composed as always. She wore her usual cream-colored coat and carried a small leather handbag.

I asked one of them, Caivan and Gylen. They both looked at each other in silence. Finally, Caivan, who was holding the stone, took a step forward to place the stone on the wall of the door. A flash of light slowly opened the door until it was wide open. Both my eyes widened automatically. "It's open, let's go in." Caivan invited the three of us in and I was stunned. It was quiet and still in there. There are a lot of books in this room. The shelves are so high and big, like giants. But the place is very spacious. There were some carved statues too until I heard a strange noise.

Silver light poured upward from an endless abyss. At its center... an enormous ancient door slowly rose from beneath the earth. Unlike every door Adrian had seen before... this one had no handle. No lock. No keyhole. Only seven words carved into its surface. THE AUTHOR NEVER LEFT THIS PLACE. The White Book opened by itself. One final sentence appeared. Open this door... and every answer will demand a sacrifice. The ancient door stood motionless. Its surface was carved from a material no one could name. It wasn't stone. It wasn't metal.