Booktok Lean Against Door Frame Novels & Stories

I whispered, and Harriet nodded. ******************************************************************************* Unknown Point of View. It was early morning as I leaned up against the door frame leading to the balcony outside of my office. My office was a large room with deep maroon walls. One of the walls had floor-to-ceiling cedar bookshelves. Two deep brown leather comfy chairs and a chess table were nestled by the fireplace in the corner of the room. In the center of the room was a sizeable curly ambrosia maple desk and a leather chair tucked behind it.

Her phone vibrated. ~A book?~ It read. ~Yes. Find out what it means.~ ~On it.~ ************* Anthonio was still unsettled. Something was off. He went back to the rear end and took the right turn. He reached the door that sat at the ending and twisted the knob. He stepped in and locked the door. His eyes assessed everywhere for any form of intruding. He couldn't find anything. Everything was in place. He moved towards a specific book area and reached out to a book with black binding.

I tilted my head, giving a small nod. Kyle reached out and pressed the spine of a blue book. It shifted. Slide inward. A soft, mechanical click followed, and the entire bookshelf trembled before slowly pulling away—revealing a hidden door concealed behind it. My breath caught. Kyle stepped closer, gripping the golden doorknob. He twisted it twice in opposite directions. Click. The sound echoed softly in the stillness. Then, with a long, creaking sigh— the door opened. My jaw fell open the moment I stepped inside.

The wall behind the desk was the side of the building so it was entirely made up of windows. Walking up to it, I looked out over the area. There wasn’t much of a view, considering there were just more tall high-rise buildings around but you could see the streets below. I moved around the space, reading some of the boring titles of books on the shelves. They were your typical office books and nothing exciting or worth pulling to read. Turning back to Lec, he was leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes shut. “Do you know how long he will be?”

I looked up from the book and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, watching me. He must have come home early. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse jump. He didn’t say anything for what felt like forever. Just stood there, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. I closed the book slowly, suddenly self-conscious. “I… I was just looking around. I didn’t touch anything important.” Lucian pushed off the doorframe and stepped inside. “Dinner,” he said. His voice was quieter than usual. “Join me.”

Chapter Two Laila’s POV The door didn’t open. It came off the wall. One second Rico was leaning over me, phone in hand, red camera light blinking. The next, wood cracked and the whole door swung back so hard it bounced off the shelf and sent three bottles crashing to the floor.

Well, with the rate at which I am allowed to move about , it is actually not shocking that I never knew about this room. The heavy door is already open. Lev walks straight to a tall bookcase against the wall. Books fill every shelf. Old, leather covers and gold letters. Lev reaches for a thick red book. Nikolai’s voice cuts sharp. “Wrong book.” My mind spins. Men are shooting outside. Guns. Death. And they stop for books? What is this? Lev moves two shelves left. His hand finds a thin black book. No title. He pulls it. A low click sounds. The whole bookcase swings inward slow. Like a door. A hidden door. My mouth opens but no sound comes. Shock freezes me.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

“Lean, quickly open the door. I'm tired. I want to lie down on my comfortable bed.” Lean growled stifled. He held Avelyn's weight with his right hand, then he used his left hand to reach into the pocket of Avelyn's pants which wrapped tightly around her thighs. He almost had a hard time reaching the key in her pocket because it had sunk into the bottom of her pocket. "Shut up, don't move like that." “Hmm… my legs are unsteady.” "I can't take your house key if you keep moving around like that."

A bicycle with one wheel missing leaned against a shelf. Then I saw it. A door. It was tucked away behind a shelf, small and wooden, with a rusted lock. The key in my pocket burned against my leg. My father’s words from the journal came back… “f you’re reading this, it means you found the door." I pulled the shelf aside, coughing from the dust. The door looked older than the rest of the house. Its frame was crooked, as if someone had built it in a hurry. My hands shook as I tried the key.