Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe Mga Nobela at Kwento

After he had gotten on it, he helped me up. With the anger that had filled him, he rode violently back through the narrow path, the horse galloping as if it wanted to tear the ground apart. As we got back to Alpha Jake's Fort, we headed straight to the chamber. Right behind the door, after we had opened it, was a book on the ground. It wasn't just any book, I could tell it was familiar while looking at it from my standing position. It was opened and it seemed like someone had just written on the last page, waiting for the ink to dry up.

" A formidable elderly man leaned close to the door frame, arms crossed as he observed from a distance. Fear struck my heart immediately. I had not noticed him before. What if he had seen me tearing out pieces of that book? My unease grew as he waltzed in my direction. My breath became ragged the closer he got but at the last minute, he took a turn to the left. His attention was solely on the unconscious man whose palm had been on my forehead the minute before.

But the elusive book was nowhere to be found. I became frustrated when I realized that my quest might have been in vain. The book might have been put elsewhere, away from Leo's chamber. I heard footsteps moving closer to the door just as uncertainty started to set in. I swiftly withdrew to a room corner after experiencing panic, my heart racing. I hoped whoever was outside wouldn't come inside and find me. The door squeaked open as the doorknob turned. Leo entered with a look that was equal parts weary and determined. He appeared to be deep in contemplation as he walked into the room, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

That era of my life needs to end. I stare blankly at the pages for God knows how long, until I hear a shuffling sound by the door. “Didn’t take you for a bookworm,” Angelo muses. In my peripheral vision, I see him leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. I smirk to myself, not looking up. I’m not really sure what to say, and frankly, I wanted to be alone. But I can’t tell him that. Besides, he’s seen me at my worst already. I feel like, right now, I can show him my weak side without fear.

I enter my room and lean against the door. What the hell was that about?

Burner leans against the wall, smiling faintly, casual, almost victorious. He winks at me with arrogant precision, then retreats back to his apartment, door clicking shut behind him. Too late now. I’m committed. The cold metal of the doorknob presses against my palm. The next step I take will decide everything.

What in the heck was in that thing? “I may not have my mate with me but I have my guards, help!” I scream turning to the door so they would hear me, in seconds the door gets opened but Jonathan picks up the chest of drawers and throws it at the door, trapping us in but the guards out. “Unexpected guards, I never invited them.” Jonathan says laughing as I hear the guards attempting to break through the door to get us, but having major trouble. “I’m here for the book.” Jonathan says causing me to look over at him, I didn’t want to give him the book and I also couldn’t, the book isn’t here.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Silence. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I tried the handle. Unlocked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I opened the door slowly, giving him time to tell me to leave if he wanted privacy. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He didn't. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Book 2- Chapter 16 Theodore felt a presence in the room where he was, laid on the bed trying to get a good rest. He sat up resting on his left elbow, eyes narrowing at the entrance where he saw his mom leaned against the doorframe. “Mom!” He called, in a drowsy tone adjusting his sitting position to a better one where he rest against the headboard. His palm rubbing on his face to cleanse the little sleepiness clouding his eyes.

LAZARUS Lazarus wasn't as friendly due to the action he took. This I suppose. I was wondering why he would have taken his steps behind to let me face my detriment alone. The momentum which I had used initially in opening the door had reduced as I was ready to hear the next word squeal. The hinges of the door screeched and finally opened. Thomas' face was a bit weary and deeply focused on the book which he placed right in front of him as he had crossed his legs comfortably in his reading position.