Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorway 소설 & 이야기

“Stay here. Try not to touch anything cursed. I need to check the restricted section.” She swept away, leaving me alone with thousands of dusty tomes and my spiraling thoughts. Of course I didn’t stay put. I wandered between the towering shelves, fingers trailing over leather spines. I was squinting at a particularly ominous volume when the massive double doors slammed open with a deafening crash. I spun around. Lewison stood in the doorway.

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.

Movement and then: “Get your people and leave. We need to have a little chat with her. I'll let you know when it's ready." "Sure?" “Do you doubt my ability to deal with one weak wolf? Do you need a reminder of what I'm capable of?" "No. I just... let's go guys. Let's wait upstairs." The steps have been removed. I took advantage of this and jumped to the next bookcase, landing silently on my tiptoes. I caught a glimpse of men passing through the doorway of the bookstore under the sign of the "Slaughtered Sheep" pub. I jumped again, landed without a sound, and then slid down to hide prone on a nearby cabinet.

“I would like for you to read this. Make sure SHE doesn’t see it.” With that, he turned around and went back to his table. Taking that as my queue, I leave. Wondering what all this was about, why did he hand me a book that he wants no one to see. ◼◼◼ Putting the book inside my coat, I continue walking down. Fifteen minutes later, I’m standing right in front of a big black double door. Pushing through the doors that creak and are full of dust, I walk in.

The study smelled of smoke and leather. Tatiana stood in the doorway, the heavy oak doors closing behind her with a muted thud. The room was her father’s kingdom within their fortress, lined with shelves of books he rarely read, maps spread across a long table, and a cabinet stocked with dark liquor for men who spoke of wars as if they were drinking songs.

The hallway greets me with its cold air and faint hum of lights and one tall, unmoving figure leaning against the wall. It's Knox. He still hasn’t left. He straightens the moment he sees me, but his expression doesn’t change. It never really does. He’s the definition of coldness. His gaze drops immediately to what I’m holding, and shock flashes faintly across his face—so quick that if I blinked, I’d miss it. “How did she give you that?” His voice is low, almost sharp. Instinctively, I hide the book behind my back. “Well,” I say, trying to match his tone from earlier, “I guess it’s none of your business. Like you advised me earlier… you can ask her yourself.”

Pooh chuckled. Anthony scoffed. “Hey, I’m just doing what I was told.” “Let’s just wait until she comes out.” They parked the car. Anthony and Pooh waited in silence, watching the bookstore entrance where Belle had gone in. Meanwhile, inside the bookstore, Belle approached the owner, who was sitting behind the counter. Mr. Leeds smiled when he saw her, as if he had been expecting her. “The back door isn’t locked,” he said. Belle smiled shyly. “Thank you, Mr. Leeds. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

The doorway was carved with a mixture of dark stone lined with golden vines of energy. Kael narrowed his eyes. “Do we go in?” Xander didn’t hesitate. “We came this far. We’re not stopping now.” I took a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Kaida. She gave me a small nod—silent but unwavering. Together, we all stepped through the door. We walked through the doorway and entered a simple room. At the center stood a stone podium, its surface was smooth but worn by time. There was a book resting open on it, bound in dark leather with metallic writings on it.