Booktok Lean Against Door Frame Novels & Stories

Tristan: As I turn left, I walk through a doorframe with no door and enter what looks like a storage room. There are a bunch of wooden shelves lined up against the walls but like the shelves outside, they're all empty. Besides the empty shelves and a push cart, there really isn't anything else in the storage room. I turn around and go the other way. Using my lighter as a guide, I walk past the first hallway and toward the right.

The third one in the group was shorter, about five feet, ran towards one of the newly covered books and examined the plot written on its back cover. The fourth one was a girl; she was shorter than the third person but she was very beautiful. She was constantly talking to the two guys holding hands, one of which seemed disinterested about her and was scanning the inside contents of the boutique. ‘The three of the are blocking my way out,’ Lucas realized as he saw them standing in the way of the small door way.

We try not to have just one person here at a time for safety reasons, but with only having the three of us for so long we kind of got used to it. I sit behind the register while Clark turns on the OPEN sign and unlocks the door. A few people who were waiting for us to open pour in, eager to get their books. I told Clark I’d let him have the run of the place this morning for training purposes, but really, I’m tired and want to look through the Book of the Beast. I take a big gulp of coffee and set my mug down on the floor next to me. There are two stools behind the register, but the floor is safer. I’m less likely to be spotted by a customer when I’m down here. Great customer service, I know.

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.

AYLIN POV The heavy latch on my broken door rattled, making me instantly grab the iron poker from the hearth. Lucien had only been gone for a minute, but someone was already lurking outside. I held the metal rod up, watching a dark shadow flicker past the cracked wooden panels. The door swung open. "Miss me, darling?" Kaelen asked, leaning his shoulder against the splintered frame. He had his arms crossed over his black leather chest-plate, looking relaxed despite what happened

We will teach a boy how to be a man without a leash. I lay back down and chose both sleep and tomorrow. And the door did what doors do: it swung, quietly, on its well-oiled promises.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

My dad tries to get me to leave the book, but I tell him what the rest of the paragraph said. My dad moves the panel wider open and steps through, and then when I step over the threshold the panel closes behind me and seals itself back up. I jump a little bit, as a bunch of dim lights start to turn on by themselves. The dim lights lead down a small path to another door that seems like it’s locked when dad tries to open it. However as soon as I step closer with the book, 2 circles appear, 1 on the door and another on the back of the book. I line them up with each other and there is a sound of deadbolts unlocking and the door swings open on its own accord.

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.

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.