Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorway Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Go ahead. Enter. But know this: once you step through, there is no turning back." I hesitated for a moment, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. But I couldn’t stop now. The book is within my reach. I had come too far to back down. Also, It was time to face something stronger. It had been a while since I enjoyed some strong fights. I pushed open the door and stepped into the unknown. "l have to go home before the evening. Anything can wait except my Luna!"

But when I didn't back down, he breathed out in defeat and walked away never looking back. Knocking on the door with my knuckles, I waited. A dull 'come in' sounded and I pushed against the dark surface of the door. Shelves upon shelves were lined up aginst up every wall. A sitting area was arranged in the right side of library which faced the giant window to the left. The whole place was lit by the giant chandelier in the middle.

I heard the Alpha’s voice and turned to see him leaning on the bathroom door, he was bare chest as water dripped down from his head to his chest, I gulped down nervously refusing to look down, “Hmmm….I…didn't see anything, I didn't see anything” I kept repeating tiptoeing towards the door as I kept my eyes on the Alpha, I finally got to the door and tried opening it but just like what happened the other time, the door refused to open, I turned around and saw the Alpha smirking still leaning on the door, “Please let me go,” I said calmly facing the ground, he ignored me and walked to his closet and that's when I saw he has a towel wrapped below his waist, he picked clothes ready to change, I

"Solid Chelsea fan." I open the first door to the left of the hallway and wait for him to step in, then I go after him and close the door. I lead the way past blocks of bookshelves to the other side of the room, and I hear him making appreciative noises. "I don't think I fully understood how much of a bookworm you are until this moment," he says, and I can hear the sound of his fingers thumping against the spines of the books. "Who ever said I'm a bookworm?" I ask, placing the glasses on a table beside a large window that opens to part of the backyard and lets in most of the light in the room. "If anything, you are the bookworm. Have you seen your transcript?"

How do we get out? “I have a back door” he said with a smirk ‘A back door? We’re 14 floors above ground what is this man talking about?’ I thought as he took my hand, pulling me to the side. “A back door?” I scoffed “Open..” he said. Just as we stood, the bookshelf that stayed at the corner had begun to move. “Mr Cawthorn! Why don’t you show us your wife?” We heard from outside. “Is she scarred?” Another asked.

When he saw me standing there, he set the book aside. His gray eyes locked onto mine. They were intense. Hypnotic. He wore nothing but his faded Levis. His feet were bare, the jeans unsnapped though still zipped. A thin sheen of sweat covered his bronze skin. He looked impossibly masculine lounging against the white sheets of that large bed. My throat tightened. With an effort I forced myself to keep walking past the doorway. When I reached my own room, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathless.

“You might feel a bit queasy from this. Just relax, Phoebe.” I tried to do as he said but failed miserably as I felt a prickle on my fingers. He said in a clear voice, “Coven Stead.” At first, there was nothing and then, everything happened. Warm, harsh breeze blew against my skin as the shelf of books fell away like crumbling dust. My stomach churned as I felt green. As abruptly as it began, everything calmed and my legs gave out. Instead of the bookstore, we stood in front of what looked like a checkpoint with six soldiers patrolling. There were no borders as only a steel gate stood in the middle of green pasture.

Without a word, he strode to the back of the room, scanning the shelves with practiced ease before pulling several books free and placing them on the table. “You may want to start here,” he said, his voice clipped, before turning and briskly walking away. Selene raised an eyebrow. “Alright then.” She dropped into a chair, flipping open the first book without hesitation. Luka and Darius lingered near the wall, exchanging glances, unsure of what to do—but neither of them made a move to leave. Their curiosity kept them rooted in place. Theoden sat beside Selene, his shoulder brushing hers as they turned to the first page.

I settled on one about a warrior and his lover, fighting through the brick of war together. I sat on the floor; my back pressed against the frame of the bed with the book clutched in my hands when he knocked. "One second!" I called out, panic quickly seeping in through my words. My hands scrambled to find a hiding place for the book – I hadn't asked whether I could take it. I shoved it behind my back, hoping my frame would cover it completely. He appeared in my door frame after a few moments of waiting. I was impressed that he even bothered to wait, instead of just barging in and demanding whatever he came here for.

Jane's p o v The door creaked and I lifted my eyes from page 15 of the book in front of me. Quinn's silhouette between the door gave off the aura of a Henry Cavill famous show entry. His steps were slow and his arms steadily moving with fists folded beside him. He has probably just come back form a day full of impure lethal business. My legs drew up in reflex as he stops at the edge of my bed and my hand slowly draws nearer to the side of the bed where I had the knife hidden.