Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorway の小説・ストーリー

He was holding a heavy, leather-bound book, his fingers tracing the spine with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I didn't recognize him, but the moment our eyes met, a wave of cold nausea rolled through me. He didn't say a word. He just smiled and tapped the cover of his book. "Who is that?" I demanded, gesturing toward the gate. Drew looked where I was pointing. He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Who, Alpha? There’s no one there." I looked back. The gate was empty. The grass was swaying in the breeze, the shadows of the trees long and undisturbed.

Trying out the words. The book slipped from her fingers. *** What’d she say? Bast shot to his feet in his chamber. Forever Knights… She’d been murmuring to herself. But where’d she get that? Elsabet heard the thudding of someone running down the stairs so loudly it almost sounded like they fell. “No!” Bast skid through the doorway of the library. Clutching the doorjamb to toss himself around it. Eyes widening on the book still falling to the floor. Slow motion to his eyes.

The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open. And there he was. Jade. Alone, seated, flipping through a book like he owned the room. My stomach dropped. I almost turned around- but it was too late. He had already seen me. He didn't say anything. Just raised one eyebrow like he'd been expecting me. Like I'd walked straight into something. I lowered my gaze, heart pounding. Just get the book and go, I told myself. I spotted it in his hands, he was going through it. He looked at me closely and put the book on top of the table. I moved toward him quickly and snapped it- and then the door opened behind me again.

For heaven's sake, it's one of the qualities of a wolf Assassin; I guess he doesn't know that. "Kat, Kat, fine, let's talk!" he yelled, but I was still focused on the book in my hand. I turned him off completely and continued with the book. I was about to turn to another page when I heard the door give way, falling on the ground with a loud thud. I turned to see him standing right there like some hot, sexy grim reaper coming to collect my soul. He climbed on the door that was on the floor and walked right in. Judging from his expression he is pissed off but who cares.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

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.

She stood at the door for another two minutes, and still no sound came from the room. Ruth took a deep breath and turned to leave. She stomped away heavily to show her displeasure. In the bedroom, Abel leaned against the bed. He wore loose pajamas that revealed half his collarbone. His slender and fair hand was holding a book, but he had not turned a page for a long time. When the footsteps outside the door went away, he looked up with a hint of surprise on his face.

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'

[You like your men smiling while murdering and choking people against marble walls? Interesting.] Another ping. [Page 248 though? Bold of you.] I burst into the staff quarters, hurrying down the hallway, heels clicking unlady-like towards my apartment. And there he was. Leaning against my doorframe, shirtless with a towel hanging loosely around his waist, holding my book…no, Sarah's book in one hand and eating strawberries. His eyes lifted lazily from the pages he seemed to be reading, to mine.

"I should have seen that in you long before I was watching from the outside." She said nothing. He finished his tea and stood up. "Thank you for letting me come up," he said. "You said you had something to say," she said. "I let you say it." He nodded. He picked up his jacket. At the door he stopped. He did not turn around. "The book," he said. "You left it on the coffee table." "Yes," she said. A pause. "Okay," he said quietly. He opened the door and left.