Novel & Cerita Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorway

As though she had known him long before the first chapter had ever begun. The young woman slowly closed the leather notebook. The white tree above her whispered without wind. Its silver leaves shimmered like scattered stars, drifting through the endless light beyond the Eleventh Door. Adrian took one cautious step forward. The Pen of Endings grew warm in his hand. The First Reader did not follow. Neither did the Stranger. They remained standing outside the doorway. Watching. Waiting. The woman smiled softly. "I was beginning to think you would choose another ending." Adrian stopped.

I couldn’t make out the words, only that his tone stayed steady, professional, dangerously smooth. After a few seconds, the door clicked shut. Silence. I waited. One second. Two. Five. Was it safe? Then— “You can come out now,” his voice said from outside the door. I cracked it open just enough to peek—and there he was. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, brow raised like a disapproving dad slash reluctant hero. I stepped out slowly, clutching my bag like it could protect my dignity. “They’re gone?” I whispered.

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 turned around slowly, my fingers still resting on the wooden shelf. Killian was standing in the doorway. He was leaning his broad shoulder against the heavy oak frame, his hands tucked casually into his dark trousers. He was not looking at the thousands of books. His pale gray eyes were locked entirely on my face, watching the bright, undeniable joy completely transform my features.

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.

For him? As I stood and slid the book back onto the shelf, a strange sensation washed over me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I wasn’t alone. Turning slowly, I scanned the room. At first, I saw nothing, only the flickering shadows cast by the dim lanterns. But then I saw him, standing in the doorway. Jackson. He leaned against the frame, his hazel eyes locked on me. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he looked at me–as if he found peace.

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.

Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness. The door, splintered around the lock, wouldn’t latch. Jake immediately threw his weight against it, his boots skidding on the polished marble floor. “It won’t hold! I need to brace it!” he grunted, the strain evident in his voice as the door shuddered under an impact from the other side. A pale, grasping hand shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.

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.

Why my chest caved in every time I thought of Rino’s face. Why I still felt dirty, even after nothing had technically happened. A soft knock pulled me out of the spiral. “Come in,” I called out automatically. The door cracked open and my voice died in my throat. Antonio. He leaned against the frame, hesitant, one hand gripping the edge of the door like he was afraid I’d tell him to leave, “Am I allowed inside?” he asked, half a smile ghosting over his lips. I shut the book fast, flipping it face down on the nightstand like it was something obscene, “Yeah, of course.”