Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

Cazer was frustrated that he should visit her here now, much less with the irritatingly sanctimonious Trainee Captain in tow. Thoroughly hidden in a dark alcove at the end of the hall, its surface uneven and full of gaps, the handle hanging precariously by a single willing screw was a small door. Unable to believe it served to guard any inhabitant the two men paused awkwardly in front of its tiny wooden frame. Gazing dubiously at the mediocre entryway, then at the Night Gate Director, Lance Armistice passed an obvious look of silent judgement.

I stand at the wrought-iron gates, second-guessing my decision to come alone. Luna had offered to accompany me, her aura pulsing with protective blues when I told her about meeting Vivian Blackwood at the lighthouse. But I'd fed her a sanitized version of events, omitting the parts about family curses and mysterious convergences. Those revelations would prompt questions I'm not ready to answer. So here I am, alone, pushing open a gate that creaks in cinematic perfection. The front door swings open before I reach it. Cain stands in the doorway, dressed in dark jeans and a gray henley that matches his eyes. Without his usual coat, he looks less intimidating but no less intense.

With his strength. A knock on the door barely registered. Cain’s voice pulled them apart, both of them breathing heavily. With shaking hands, Anne turned away from Brad and opened the door. She stood back with her head bowed. “What’s wrong?” Cain quietly closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the latch slipping into place echoed in the quiet cabin. “Brad? What’s going on?”

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

her reply came out as a scream. "God!!!! I'm going to suffocate and die," she said. The two girls barely moved away so she could breathe well. In a commanding tone "let's go check what's up with the lights," Ruth said. The three of them held hands together, "We're going to the barn house outside" switching on her phone flashlight while Stacie reached for the door, she turned the handle but it did not turn, the door would not open.

A part of her wanted to go back, but every nerve in her body wanted to enjoy sex fully for the first time. So she twisted the knob, opened the door and walked in. The moment she closed the door, the cool air of the room greeted her skin, swallowing her in. Kira’s breath hitched as she stood before the door and three hot-looking men who sat before her on three different couches, their hands spread widely on the armrests. They sat there like kings, and even though she could barely see their faces, Kira could tell that they were fucking handsome. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?” One of the men asked, his voice thick and sturdy.

A small round window at the far end showing nothing but dark glass and fog. Cain pointed to the last door on the left. “Room four.” I stopped outside it and shoved the key into the lock. My hand slipped the first time. Then again. Cain said nothing. That made it worse. “Don’t,” I snapped. “I didn’t.” “You were about to.” “No.” I finally got the door open and pushed inside. The room was small but clean. A narrow bed. A wooden chair. A chipped dresser. A lamp with a crooked shade. One window with thin curtains. The air smelled faintly of soap, old wood, and rain.

"I want to speak with him first." Cain stood in the doorway of the holding room's antechamber — a bare stone room used mostly for storage that had been cleared when the holding room itself reached capacity with Dren — and looked at Wren with the expression she'd learned to read as the one he wore when he was deciding whether to object on principle or simply accept that she usually had a reason. "Why?" he asked.

"Rightly so agent, but I believe that something else is happening. Since you've been here, I took the liberty of slicing into the bases systems on my own. The armory door is double locked and I don't think the soldiers want to open it." Carmen smiled at the tenacity of her AI. She never let her down, even when she was being held captive Amelia was still at work doing something. "I guess we'll just have to go out and meet them." Amelia gasped slowly in her ear. "If I may suggest a violent exit from this room agent. It would be terrible if you just openly tried all ten of them."

the angry man ordered, who got injured by Bella. When one of them hold the doorknob and twisted it. He found out the door was locked from the outside. Although they were all warned by Casey that the door would be locked and with the right time it will be opened for them to escape. Apparently, they’re in darkness, and nobody yet has come up with a solution, neither they can leave. Suddenly, they all heard the growling sound of an animal in the room from a certain corner. “What’s that?” All of them cowered back, gazing at the corner. They all felt cold as if unexpectedly winter had come.