Booktok Lean Against Door Frame Novels & Stories

it was in her book. "So looping around, we can go in the back way..." she said, opening a door that if you weren't looking for, could be mistaken as just part of the wall. "Super heavy..." she said, grunting a little as she held it open for him to walk past. "And you're in servant quarters..." The rooms were small, most of them open. Beds were neatly made, fires extinguished, and closets were closed.

That era of my life needs to end. I stare blankly at the pages for God knows how long, until I hear a shuffling sound by the door. “Didn’t take you for a bookworm,” Angelo muses. In my peripheral vision, I see him leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. I smirk to myself, not looking up. I’m not really sure what to say, and frankly, I wanted to be alone. But I can’t tell him that. Besides, he’s seen me at my worst already. I feel like, right now, I can show him my weak side without fear.

After he had gotten on it, he helped me up. With the anger that had filled him, he rode violently back through the narrow path, the horse galloping as if it wanted to tear the ground apart. As we got back to Alpha Jake's Fort, we headed straight to the chamber. Right behind the door, after we had opened it, was a book on the ground. It wasn't just any book, I could tell it was familiar while looking at it from my standing position. It was opened and it seemed like someone had just written on the last page, waiting for the ink to dry up.

LAZARUS Lazarus wasn't as friendly due to the action he took. This I suppose. I was wondering why he would have taken his steps behind to let me face my detriment alone. The momentum which I had used initially in opening the door had reduced as I was ready to hear the next word squeal. The hinges of the door screeched and finally opened. Thomas' face was a bit weary and deeply focused on the book which he placed right in front of him as he had crossed his legs comfortably in his reading position.

He's so prideful and hates Omegas. Thank the moon goddess. I exhaled like I’d just survived a war. Dropping my bag, I pressed a palm to my chest, letting the relief wash— Click. The door swung open behind me. Heavy footsteps at first, my body froze. When I turned, my breath actually stopped. Aiden stood there, leaning against the doorframe like a magazine model, dark hair messy in the most disrespectful way, eyes narrowed with annoyance. “Now we’re here,” he said quietly.

Chapter 2 The doorknob turns with a slow, deliberate click, the sound cutting through the thick silence like a blade. My breath catches, fingers still twitching against the slick heat between my thighs, the dildo half-buried inside me as I freeze mid-gasp. The door doesn’t just open it swings wide, the hinges groaning like they’ve been waiting for this moment. And there they are. All three of them. Liam leans against the frame, one broad shoulder propped like he owns the place, his dark eyes dragging over me with the slow, hungry confidence of a man who’s already decided how he’s going to ruin me.

“Still need to seal the windows. Morwen wants to check the wards. But the bones are there.” I stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth railing of the porch. “Leo,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” He relaxed a fraction. “It’s… ours,” he said quietly. “If you want it.” I moved slowly, taking in the details. The doorframe had little carvings along the sides—tiny leaves, moons, and, I realized, books. A wolf’s profile tucked among them. Inside, the air smelled like fresh wood and possibility. There was a main room, open and bright despite the trees outside, with a corner clearly meant for a reading chair—a built‑in window seat with cushions already in place.

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'

I keep looking at the two men fighting at I keep throwing books of the shelf. When I get to the bottom shelf, I notice the mark on the carpet that shows the shelf has been moved a couple of times. I stand up straight and try to move it. it moves and I get excited and keep pushing. When I look behind there is a door, and it needs a fingerprint to open. Karan throws Riaan on the desk, and he rolls over and falls on the other side. He comes running to me and scans his index finger. The door opens and he goes in with me behind.

Just held it out to me. I took it, eyes still on him. He looked tired. But not the physical kind. Turning the key was slow. The door groaned open like it had been holding its breath for years. Inside was still. Dust floated in the air. The light was low. A twin bed sat near the window, tucked in neatly like someone had made it and never touched it again. A pair of old soccer cleats lay near the foot. A bookshelf—half-filled with comic books, worn-out paperbacks, some of them bent from the spine. A cracked photo frame on the nightstand. A young boy, grinning, arm wrapped around a woman. Same eyes.