Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe Novels & Stories

I was thinking of taking a loan out, but I needed to have proof that I’d be able to pay it back. Pulling the bakery’s books out from under the counter, I grabbed the notebook and pen before I took a seat. Just as I opened the book, someone knocked on the window. My head snapped up, and my shoulders sagged when I realized it was no stranger. I hesitated, but slid from the chair and walked around the counter to unlock the door for him. “What are you doing here?” He gave me a sheepish smile. “I was hoping that you’d have a few leftovers.”

And found Abel leaning against the doorframe behind me with his arms crossed and the most unbearable expression on his face. I pointed at him. "Don't." He held up both hands. Said nothing. But the smile didn't move.

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

It was enough. Rowan moved away from the window. "The back of the cottage opens into thicker forest." Kael shook his head. "Too obvious." "So what's your plan?" Kael's eyes travelled around the room. They stopped at the old bookshelf. "Help me move it." Rowan frowned. "The bookshelf?" "Just push." The two men leaned against the heavy wood. It refused to move at first. Then it scraped across the floor with a deep groan. Behind it was a narrow wooden door.

I should have known when I opened my eyes, but his looks distracted me. Stupid! Stupid!Stupid! The room was large with the bed close to the wall. At the center, the floor was lifted up, and as I looked around the black-painted walls, I saw the furniture being pushed back. I finally saw a door and ran to it, but it was locked. I turned to look at the god on the bed, crossing his arms under his head, and following me with his eyes. I looked past him and saw a door that looked like the exit. I looked back at him and saw that he sat up. His face said it all—I dare you . I looked down at my feet and realized I was barefoot. What? I ignored it and without looking at him, I took off across the room

He commanded, gripped me and pushed me to the door post. I slammed my face against the wall. Thank goodness my palm was there to support me. I got my balance back, and didn't bother to look at him but faced the door which was now open, held the frame and speedily walked outside, stood by the door, waiting for him to come out and lead the way as they usually do.

falling on his knees with his head against the door. “I’m sorry Koishi! I’m sorry once again” pausing, turning around just to make his way upstairs. “I guess I can't help myself turning into a monster like him” a small laugh escapes from his lips reaching the top floor. Walking out through another door closing it right being him. Just then the bookshelves automatically close right in front of him. The book with the red gem going back in its place was slightly bending downwards. Just then hearing the ringing of his doorbell. As a smile forms over his face turning his head to look towards the hallway. "As always the cops never reach incorrect time"

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

Leaning against my door frame. I blinked at him. "What are you doing in my room?!" He didn’t answer the question. Instead— "Are you going or not?" His words hit like a gunshot. I stiffened. My breath caught in my throat. My mind went blank for one second. Then it all crashed down. The book. The restaurant. Luca wants you back. Everything. I sat up too fast, the room tilting, my stomach twisting. My fingers dug into the sheets. This was it.

As I took a step forward, I turned to quietly pull the door shut behind me. And that’s when I saw him. Mr. Bulky Ponytail. He leaned against the doorframe leading to what looked like a restroom, with an amused expression, like we were playing a game. I froze, my lips quivering, and my headache returning a hundred folds. I felt nausea building in my throat. “Leaving already”? He drawled in that annoying sultry voice. I gulped, clutching the door handle until my knuckles turned white. “Go back to bed little wolf” he rumbled, his voice laced with authority. His eyes fixed on me.