Romans & histoires Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe

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.

"Let's just say I have a soft spot for troublemakers." Before I could respond, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, heart pounding once again. I slipped into my room, locking the door behind me, and leaned against it, clutching the book. Veryon had helped me. And somehow, despite everything, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time. Once inside my chamber, I leaned against the door, exhaling a shaky breath. The room was quiet, the faint scent of the fruits still lingering in the air. My grip on the ancient book loosened, and I set it carefully on the table, my thoughts racing.

He huffed and pulled back, stepping away from the still sizzling door. “You have no concept of politics. With everything at stake, it has nothing to do with me being honorable, and everything to do with this is what has to be done.” Then, he vanished from beyond the hole in the door. At least for now, he wouldn’t try to take the book back, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before we had this fight again. I found something to cover the hole in the door, but I left the dresser in front of the door since it wouldn’t close again until the frame was replaced or repaired.

I let out another groan as I tried to sit up, but before either of us could respond, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke through. My eyes snapped to the door, followed by Cameron's, and I froze at the sight of him. He casually leaned against the doorframe, the door now wide open, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes stern and dark as they took in the sight of me partially on top of Cameron. Fuck!

Seems like it vanished from the place. (Unknown Person’s POV) The person was rocking his chair from side to side with his fingers clicking the side arm of his lavish gold chair. He looked like he was anxiously waiting for something. Soon the door opened and his right hand appeared. He bowed down to him and said; " Master! " "We found the book!" "Good job! She must be looking for it but she will never be able to find it. I will not let her have what she wanted. Burn it! Hahahaha.."his evil laugh echoed throughout the room.

Jane's p o v The door creaked and I lifted my eyes from page 15 of the book in front of me. Quinn's silhouette between the door gave off the aura of a Henry Cavill famous show entry. His steps were slow and his arms steadily moving with fists folded beside him. He has probably just come back form a day full of impure lethal business. My legs drew up in reflex as he stops at the edge of my bed and my hand slowly draws nearer to the side of the bed where I had the knife hidden.

Oh we will see about that, dear mother. Pressing my ear against the hard wooden door, I carefully listened for a few seconds, to make sure my so-called friend wasn’t in there anymore, then slowly twisted the doorknob, stealthily peering inside. All clear. I breathed in relief, quickly getting inside then hastily locked the door, running straight to my bed afterwards. Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words,

I say looking at his eyes this time, he sighs moving back slightly allowing me to swipe my card to unlock the door. "You can't resist the feeling Taylor, the more you attempt to the harder it will get" he says leaning against the door frame of his room, I knew what he was saying was correct. "Goodnight Toby" I smile before walking out the door and closing it behind me, this meant he couldn't walk back out now. With that, I turn and fully leave the section not even turning to see what he was doing. I had no idea what I was gonna decide.

he asked. “Anywhere but here,” I replied, my voice trembling. “We’ll figure it out once we’re out of the city.” My father and I moved toward the front door, our bags slung over our shoulders. My heart pounded with every step, the adrenaline coursing through me. I reached for the doorknob, my fingers trembling, and slowly turned it. The door creaked open, revealing the cool night air—and Theo. He stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and fury. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he tilted his head slightly.

Neither does he. When we reach his door, he stops, key in hand, and finally looks at me like he’s waiting for me to turn away. I don’t. Instead, I lean against the wall beside the frame. “Go on.” He hesitates, unlocks the door, and slips inside. I follow. ---