Booktok Lean Against Door Frame Novels & Stories

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—”

Still nothing. The third night—tonight—I sat on the old leather couch facing the door, turned on the dim reading lamp, and opened a book I wasn’t really reading. The tea I made was still steaming on the little side table next to me. Two cups. I didn’t even drink tea, but I kept putting it there. Some kind of ritual I made up for myself. The reading lamp cast a soft glow, lighting up a random stack of books I picked just to make it look like I was reading. And the door … I left it open. Just a crack. Just enough for someone walking by to see the light inside. Just enough to be a quiet invitation. Until I finally heard it—the bedroom door creaking open, then light footsteps in the hallway at 3

“Kelsie, I know that was scary. It’s not… you don’t need to worry. Please open the door. I’m only here to talk.” I got slowly to my feet gripping the baseball bat. I tiptoed over to the window in the living room that would let me see whoever was at the door. Definitely Cain. Shit. He was leaning on the doorframe with one hand and had the other fist up to knock on the door. His head was turned towards where the door would open, which was why he didn’t see me peering through the window on the other side. But when I didn’t answer, he sighed, his shoulders rising and falling in a deep breath, then he started to straighten up.

Movement and then: “Get your people and leave. We need to have a little chat with her. I'll let you know when it's ready." "Sure?" “Do you doubt my ability to deal with one weak wolf? Do you need a reminder of what I'm capable of?" "No. I just... let's go guys. Let's wait upstairs." The steps have been removed. I took advantage of this and jumped to the next bookcase, landing silently on my tiptoes. I caught a glimpse of men passing through the doorway of the bookstore under the sign of the "Slaughtered Sheep" pub. I jumped again, landed without a sound, and then slid down to hide prone on a nearby cabinet.

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I heaved a sigh before throwing myself down on the chair. After a minute, I heard nothing but footsteps and loud murmurs of the basketball team talking about sexy girls and their play. No wonder, Blake is one of them. When the surrounding was finally set into silence, I grabbed my book and took my steps on the door. My fright started to grow when I couldn't pull the door open at first attempt. I tried to twist the doorknob and pull it again but I failed. I put my book down, took a deep breath to relax myself from trembling in fear and tried to open the door once again by using my hands with all my strength. I buried my fingers in my hair and made a face palm when I still couldn't manage to c

I settled on one about a warrior and his lover, fighting through the brick of war together. I sat on the floor; my back pressed against the frame of the bed with the book clutched in my hands when he knocked. "One second!" I called out, panic quickly seeping in through my words. My hands scrambled to find a hiding place for the book – I hadn't asked whether I could take it. I shoved it behind my back, hoping my frame would cover it completely. He appeared in my door frame after a few moments of waiting. I was impressed that he even bothered to wait, instead of just barging in and demanding whatever he came here for.

It made a loud click. Slowly, she pushed the door open. The office was dark, lit only by the dying orange glow of the fireplace. Papers were messy on the floor, and the air smelled like smoke. "Where is it?" I whispered as we slipped inside. "Behind the books," Lisa said. She walked over to a huge wooden bookshelf. She touched the side of a leather book and pulled it. The bookshelf made a loud grinding noise and slid sideways. Behind it was a heavy metal vault door. There was no keyhole—just a flat, smooth piece of black stone.

Sliding my hands into the pockets of my blue boot-cut jeans, I at long last noticed the details on the dark-brown wood of the doors. There was a carving of a faceless mother with an equally faceless girl on her lap, her arm was wrapped around the child’s neck and she was holding a book as she did so, reading to her. On the edges of the semi-circular doors were more carvings of half-opened books, full-opened books, closed books, dancing books, and flying books… in every possible angle, arranged at these heavy edges like a frame. There was also the carving of a faceless man with glasses on, in a kind of dignified kingly stance with a staff in one hand and an opened book in the other.

After a few moments, the door clicked and unlocked. “Get inside, and don’t ever play hero again.” he literally pushed me inside. “Fine, the magic door. You can figure that out.” He hurriedly went out and locked the door behind me. I was in the old study, with tall bookshelves filled with hardbound books. I went through it, finding the magic door, like he said. I looked down. It usually had scrapes on the floor or a dent on the carpet. And I was right. I pulled all the books until I found resistance. I pushed it back, and it clicked. The shelf moved, and I entered to see faces staring at me incredulously as if I had just gone insane.