Novel & Cerita Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe

"I need some time to think." Caleb doesn't try to stop me. He doesn't move an inch as I turn around and walk toward the fire door. He just stands there by his motorcycle lift. When I pull the heavy metal door open, the loud click of the latch sounds final. I look back once, but Caleb has already turned his back to me, his hands gripping the edge of his wooden workbench as he stares down at his tools in the dark silence. _____________________ Author's Note: > Please take 10 seconds to leave a 5-star review below and add this book to your library to support my daily update schedule! Your support means the world to me! 💖👇

The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room.

He gives me a brief side hug, unlocks the door, and dashes across the street to his bookshop. I lock the door once more and rest my forehead against the cool glass, soothing my warm skin. "I'll be okay," I muttered, attempting to persuade myself of the unimaginable.

Low, rough, careful. I turned, and there he was, Alexander, framed in the doorway, wearing a loose black shirt and gray sweatpants, his usual armor of composure cracked at the edges. His eyes softened the second he saw my face. He didn’t say anything for a long time. Just stood there, like he was trying to figure out how to breathe. Finally, he took a slow step forward. “You didn’t lock the door.” “I didn’t think I had to,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

A bicycle with one wheel missing leaned against a shelf. Then I saw it. A door. It was tucked away behind a shelf, small and wooden, with a rusted lock. The key in my pocket burned against my leg. My father’s words from the journal came back… “f you’re reading this, it means you found the door." I pulled the shelf aside, coughing from the dust. The door looked older than the rest of the house. Its frame was crooked, as if someone had built it in a hurry. My hands shook as I tried the key.

I have been reading this old dusty book for about an hour now, I groaned and gave up on the book, I got up and went to go put the book back, but when I was about to put the book in the slot I saw a little door. There was a button on it so I pressed it, it made a little squeak which got everyones attention, they stared at what I was doing, I opened it fully, inisde there was a giant leather book. I pulled it our and read the cover 'Incwadi nezilo'

I was alone now, and that was exactly how I wanted it. I leaned my back against the door, exhaling a shaky breath. The weight of the book felt like a boulder in my hands, but the knowledge it contained was a siren's call. I tossed it onto my rumpled bed, and it landed with a quiet thump, the sound sounding almost ominous. I couldn't help but linger for a moment, staring at it as if it were a loaded gun, waiting for me to pull the trigger.

At this moment, I was so glad that I didn’t have anything that would implicate me or my feelings lying around in the room, so turning the doorknob, I pushed open the door. Aiden was lying on my bed with a book in his hand and he looked up at the sound of the door opening. There was a twinkle in his eyes when he saw me and his lips pulled up in a smirk as he said, “look what I found UG.” That was when my eyes went to the book he was holding and all colors left my face.

I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe I meant every damn word. --- Two Nights Later I’m reading—again. Still not absorbing a thing. The door buzzes. For a second, I don’t react. Just keep my eyes on the page. Then I hear the keys. And the footsteps. I stand fast, the book slipping from my fingers. A guard opens the door. And Officer Bill steps in with a straight face and a hand on his hip. He gives my cell a once-over before landing his gaze on me.