Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

We didn't discuss the reasons behind Debra's attempts to hurt Cain; they were obvious as the daylight. I headed back to the room assigned to me in the mansion, my room. I had barely changed into comfortable shorts and a cotton t-shirt and I was removing my makeup when I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." The door opened slowly, and Cain leaned on the door frame with his eyes following me. "Hey." "Hi." I said back, but when he didn't enter I raised an eyebrow, "Get in here." I ordered him with a smile. Cain walked in; I sensed hesitance and reluctance coming from him, but u wasn't sure why. "Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly.

As we walked through the expansive foyer, I marveled at the intricate woodwork and the soft glow of the chandeliers above us, each step echoing slightly in the spacious, inviting hallways. We exchanged quiet conversations as we passed framed photographs of pack members and glimpsed into cozy gathering spaces, radiating a sense of community and warmth. After a brief yet refreshing walk through the dimly lit corridor, we finally approached a pair of grand double doors that stood majestically on the first floor. The rich, dark wood shone under the soft glow of the surrounding lights, and intricate carvings adorned the surface, hinting at the importance of what lay beyond. Cain paused momentaril

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

I curse under my breath as I quickly got up from my bed and put on some clothes. "What is wrong with you?!" I scream the moment I sight his face after opening my door. "Cain, you can't just knock on my door like a psychopath!" Not like one, he is one. To think I was on the verge of experiencing another pleasurable moment with Cameron's face in mind makes Cain's presence suck even more. The fact that I'm already m*sturbating to someone I met the night before is crazy but I can't help myself. I swallow, my brows furrows as Cain walks inside my room like he owns the place, without acknowledging what he did wrong. He's studying every single thing in it. "Then don't lock your door."

"Warning! Insufficient balance! Warning! Insufficient balance!" The mechanical electronic voice was shrill enough to pierce eardrums. "No! We can't hold out!" Dad's face went pale. He jumped up from the floor and charged toward the door. "Dad! Don't open it! It's dangerous out there!" I tried to grab him, but my body was too weak to even stand. He shoved aside a chair blocking his way, completely ignoring the million-dollar payment code on the door, and frantically pried at the welded steel bars.

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

Cain was at the chamber door, covering the entrance the way he had covered every entrance since a barn in the first weeks of all this. The lamp had been lit at dusk. The fourth moon rose at the appointed hour. And the chamber door, which Cain was standing beside, opened from the outside.

While I was walking back to my dorm, feeling like my head was spinning, things were much colder at the Calloway townhouse. Cain was standing by the window in the living room, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, but he wasn't looking at the view—he was looking at his phone. A "friend" had sent him a grainy photo of Cole and me sitting in the Rare Books room, and the timestamp said we’d been there for two hours. The glass in Cain's hand shook slightly. He didn't say a single word when the front door opened and Cole walked in, and he didn't turn around or ask where he’d been.

The door clicked shut behind him. Not a slam, not even firm. Just enough to let the outside world disappear. Maya lay still, half-covered by the sheet. Her skin felt too hot, her pulse loud in her ears. Her eyes didn’t adjust right away, but she didn’t need them to. She felt him in the room like gravity. Like a shadow that thickened the air. He stood there for a few seconds that felt like hours. Then he spoke, his voice low and unfamiliar. “You left the door open.”

“I don’t see a cup dispenser anywhere around here.” “There is a water cooler back at the control panel, I saw it. It has disposable paper cups.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Cara said. “Now find the door to the tunnel,” Bohdan said. For the next hour Bohdan and Cara searched for the entrance to the tunnel in vain. The room was an endless expanse of stored junk with no doors anywhere. Then they found something. Back behind several rolls of wire fencing was a single door with the word “No exit” painted in red. Cara pushed the rolls apart and made her way to the door and looked for a handle to open it. What she found was a place where the handle use to be and a slot for a key.