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“Keep walking your boots down. Two more doors. On the right side.” Our frames are pretty much completely alone in this dark hallway. It is as fine a territory space as any to state with my tongue that this wild friction has to stop forever, but my actions are driven by a force far stronger than human reason when my skin is near Kael, and my boots don't hesitate at all. My feet just continue moving forward until my fingers are opening the specific door his voice indicated and walking straight into what appears to be a small mudroom layout, with a wood bench for boot storage and iron hooks for heavy winter coats, and small under-cabinet lights that flash on the moment my frame enters the space

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.

On the side of it was a USB port. Vivian did not go to the study immediately, and she hid the small device instead. Then, she took a book and went to read it by the bay window as usual. After her lunch, she lay on the bed for a while, then took the book that she had read back into the study. She remembered the buttons on the bookshelf very well. After pressing the buttons according to order, the bookshelf shrunk into the wall and split into two, revealing a narrow metal door and the embedded safe deposit box next to it.

I said. “It doesn't have to mean anything,” Rowan reasoned, but I was already by the door. I ran back to the lab, finding the spot Catherine had been looking at. Enzo and Rowan joined me a moment later, surveying the nearly empty shelf with nothing but a single book on it. I picked up the book and heard a faint click. Then the whole shelf began to slide to the side, revealing a door with a key panel. “Holy shit,” Enzo muttered.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

came a voice from behind her. Jo yelped, slamming the book shut so fast it sent a cloud of dust puffing into the air. She lurched upright... ...but the ridiculous pink chair clung stubbornly to her backside. She flailed, kicking and twisting, arms pinwheeling uselessly. A low, amused chuckle rumbled from the doorway. Jo finally freed herself with an undignified squeak and spun around. The man leaning casually against the doorframe was tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-roughened skin and a scar slashing through one thick eyebrow.

Bryan's body was trembling as he saw the books, he sat back at the bed and opened the books; he went through the contents before he kept them aside and then went to search in the closet; he tried to open them and then once again it didn't open. This time he used force, but it still didn't budge, he was about to use force to open it but before he can break the door, he heard another voice, "calm down Bearie." Bryan froze at his place when he heard that voice, he then turned around and saw Aaron leaning against the door with his hands crossed before his chest and looking at Bryan with a smile.

*Warning this book contains scene of violence, foul language, sexual content, adult situations that may be triggers to some, and is not suitable for all ages.* Shattered: Something was wrong. She knew it the instant she pushed the front door open to her home. The door, the way it moved was wrong. She stared at the yellow door as it swung back to her. Her mother had been going on about painting the door for weeks now and just had finally done it. The door swung back open, creaking as it did. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed herself. She stepped inside the dark house. Her house was always warm and comforting. It was cold and the chill gave her instant goosebumps. She could hear t

“This library is only accessible to the Alpha, Beta and Gamma families. It’s got the same type of fingerprint scanner as our apartment.” I didn’t want to sit at the desk, so I grabbed a few of the books and sat on the large couch instead. Easton kneeled down to take my shoes off before sitting beside me on the couch. He turned sideways a little and pulled my back into him so that I was laying against him and could position my legs to hold a book. I propped one of the books open on my legs and began to browse through it.

I will not water myself down to make me more digestible for you. You can choke. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| In the doorway of the kitchen, he stood, arms folded over his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe with legs crossed. His presence exuded a charismatic devilry, a demeanor he wore with habitual ease.