Booktok Lean Against Door Frame Novels & Stories

‘You didn’t tell which book we are looking for’ Adrian was gawking at the frames hanging on the wall, but his mind was still stuck on the book. ‘It’s for Irene’ I stopped in front the large wooden door, on side wall plate hanged with library engraved on it. It looked heavy, I looked at Adrian and he picked the silent message. Pushing both doors with all his strength, we were able to get into the library. ‘Woah! Who makes such a heavy door. You should have brought Isaac with you’ he brushed his hand to clean the dirt. ‘My goodness!’ he mumbled and I had to agree with him. I was standing in awe at the sight of thousands of books racked on the wall from floor to ceiling.

I am Cian Valor---no one defies me and goes away with it. As I pushed open the doors to my study, the rich scent of leather and old books greeted me. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the dark wood and the heavy furniture. I settled into my chair, the leather creaking softly under my weight, and my eyes narrowed as I contemplated my next move.

“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.

I turned around slowly, my fingers still resting on the wooden shelf. Killian was standing in the doorway. He was leaning his broad shoulder against the heavy oak frame, his hands tucked casually into his dark trousers. He was not looking at the thousands of books. His pale gray eyes were locked entirely on my face, watching the bright, undeniable joy completely transform my features.

“Are you going to close the door, or what?” And he was an asshole with a bad attitude too. Slamming the door behind her, she walked across the polished floorboards to the bookcase as Noah opened the sliding doors, letting the light breeze float into the apartment. He walked out onto the balcony and lit another cigarette, turning his back to her as he smoked. Serenity looked over the books, noticing a lot of the same volumes as the other apartment. She picked up the one she’d been reading and took it to the sofa, curling up on it and opened the book. “What happens to the books at the other apartment?”

She knocks on the door, but there's no answer. Rita decides to investigate further. She peers through the window, and sees that there's a book lying open on the floor. It's an old book with yellowed pages and a crumbling spine. The pages are fluttering in the breeze, as if someone had just put it down and walked away. Rita feels a chill run down her spine.

B O O K T W O The bedroom door creaked open, Kate’s gaze lifting as she flicked over another page of the newspaper. Tendrils of steam escaped her mug, fogging up her reading glasses. Stubble brushed against her cheek, her head tilting toward Colton’s sleepy frame. “I thought you were going to yoga this morning?” His bare feet scuffed on the floorboards into the kitchen where he sluggishly poured a coffee, resting his bare back against the countertop as he took a deep gulp.

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

It is recommended that you slowly back away from the scene while lugging a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a bunch of bananas. "Ok." He chuckles. "Would You Perhaps Require Some Assistance?" He asks. "Nope. I'm good." I express myself too hastily. When I was almost there, I accidently brushed up against the door frame. At that point, I was almost there. When I swiftly enter the room and slam the door behind me, I grin and giggle a little bit to myself as I do so. I let out a sigh as I wait for the door to open and lean against the door as I do so.

Lola POV Leaning my back against the door of the bathroom, I crossed my arms and began engaging him in small talk. “I don’t know if you have read the book, but it says that when someone intimidates the hell out of you, you just need to picture them squatting in the washroom. And there lies the antidote to your fear. I can attest this trick works wonders with a capital YES,” I said with a chuckle. Then I added, “I keep reminding myself of this whenever I’m—”