Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe Romane & Geschichten

Slowly, I lift my head, my breath stalling in my throat as my eyes flick toward the door. Rook is leaning against the frame, arms crossed, his gaze unreadable. There’s something almost amused in the way he watches me, like this is nothing more than a game to him. His lips twitch slightly, the corner of his mouth curling as he takes in the sight of me kneeling, naked, chained to his bed, struggling against something he already knows I can’t escape from. Fuck.

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

Bryan's body was trembling as he saw the books, he sat back at the bed and opened the books; he went through the contents before he kept them aside and then went to search in the closet; he tried to open them and then once again it didn't open. This time he used force, but it still didn't budge, he was about to use force to open it but before he can break the door, he heard another voice, "calm down Bearie." Bryan froze at his place when he heard that voice, he then turned around and saw Aaron leaning against the door with his hands crossed before his chest and looking at Bryan with a smile.

So, I put on my coat and went to the door. Hope lingered. Maybe he would return to the bar and we would talk again. Maybe I would get some answers. I was startled out of my wishful thinking by the shadow lingering at the door. He was right in front of me. He leaned against the doorframe in all his glory. He didn’t attempt to hide or cover himself in any way. Instead, he smiled mischievously. “So, did you have fun on your little treasure hunt?” I remained silent for a beat. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to intrude…”

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th

I would rather bite my tongue off than lose to that stuck up dick. As I was reading through a book on the history of how magic came to be I heard the door to the library open. I didn’t bother looking up, assuming it was one of my servants here to leave me a little snack. After a few minutes of silence, I realized that the person who came into the room didn’t leave and I could feel them looking at me with intense eyes.

He's so prideful and hates Omegas. Thank the moon goddess. I exhaled like I’d just survived a war. Dropping my bag, I pressed a palm to my chest, letting the relief wash— Click. The door swung open behind me. Heavy footsteps at first, my body froze. When I turned, my breath actually stopped. Aiden stood there, leaning against the doorframe like a magazine model, dark hair messy in the most disrespectful way, eyes narrowed with annoyance. “Now we’re here,” he said quietly.

"I have nothing to say to you!" By now I had already turned the TV down and could hear the sound of his body resting against the door followed by the sound of it sliding down the door. I could picture him sitting there, leaning against my door and I couldn't help but smirk at the idea that came to me. I slowly walked to the door, very carefully unlocked it then slowly turned the door knob before jerking it open. I watched, satisfied, as he fell backwards and hit the ground. He laid there stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes a few times then looked at me.

“Why did I even ask?” Jacob pulls out a book and I notice that one isn't dusty like the others. I move closer to him and we both stare down at the book. Its title is written in a language I don't understand. He pierces his thumb with his canines and places it on the cover page. His blood sips through the cover. The bookstore disappears and I find us standing in front of enormous black doors. “First time, you have proved yourself useful,” I say in approval. Jacob's head whips towards me. “Excuse me?”

"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.