Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

The light danced wildly on my face. Cain jumped back. All his pride was gone. Now there was only fear in his eyes. “This is my room,” I said. The fire danced in my own eyes. “My palace. And you, Cain, are just a rat running at the feet of a throne you will never own.” I pointed one finger at the door. “Get. Out.” Without a word, Cain ran. He fought with the door handle. He almost fell in his hurry. He slammed the door shut behind him.

Rowan I am not surprised that we arrived at a no sign hotel a few minutes later. Cain knocks four times on a metal knock door and the door immediately squeaks open. He turned around and grabbed my wrist again and pulled me inside with him. I try to control my hearing senses as I step into the red lighted lobby with so many closed doors. But it doesn’t filter the heavy sound of different voices and moans. The heavy sound of sensual cries, screams and love making.

Everyone said. “Good,” Haven said as she started to think of the easiest way to get out the doors. She went out of the doors, and two officers had to run ahead of her. She was calling out the directions as Mack pulled her hand back to him. He kept her next to him, knowing they had no real idea what they were walking out too. When she swiped the ID to open the last door with no alarms going off, she smiled at him. “Nice to know you made some friends here,” Mack said with a chuckle.

“I’m going to be gone for forty-five minutes. That’s enough time for…seriously, no?” I glanced at Kaden. He leaned back in his chair, staring at Cain with a blank expression. They seemed to be having a silent conversation with their eyes. “One hour?” Cain asked. Kaden remained silent. Cain threw his hands up in the air. “I give up. Neither of us should call me for the rest of the day. I’m heading out for a drink.” Cain slammed the door so hard that it rattled on its hinges. I frowned. “What the hell is up with…oh, fuck.”

I shrug a shoulder “Only one out of three people gets killed off today.” “Stop it. You guys are making me nervous now!” Cassain whines all the way to the ivy wall, where a small door is hidden away, and all the way through the dark tunnel, that leads us outside.

Lucien walked in from the hallway just then, casually, holding a cup of tea. “What’s going on?” I stiffened. “Nothing. Just… found something new.” Lucien raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. He took a sip and leaned on the doorframe. Kael watched him, eyes narrowing. Something felt off. **VERA ** **CAIN’S APARTMENT** I slammed Cain’s door open so hard the handle cracked into the wall. Cain, sitting shirtless on his couch with a bowl of cereal, blinked at me.” Well. Hello.” He said causally.

“Caitlyn loves her dramatics, but Crean hates being underground. He sleeps up. Like windows. There are two towers here. The east tower has the old suites, with purple everywhere. There’s a service stair that runs the inner spine. It’s warded..” “But badly,” I finish. “Because Mother Dear thinks spells are clothes. Flashy.” “That’s the one.” He squints at the cameras facing the door to the outer hallway. “The door's blind. They only care about your faces, and the fact you're not leaving this room. You loop that feed, you can dance in there and no one will see a thing.” “Can you walk?” I ask. “Eventually.” He answers, trying to prompt himself against the wall.

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.

This was because if he called for Samuel, he would definitely suffer some losses. When Ximen Jin opened the secret door of the dark room, the two of them walked along the path. The width of the path could only accommodate one person, but it was not very close. After a few minutes, they arrived at another door. "Mr. Hannigan, this door is made of a special material and cannot be opened by force." Ximen Jin explained to Samuel. This was also equivalent to reminding him not to think about opening it with brute force. When Samuel saw this door, he was shocked. The material of this door was too familiar to him. Although he could not figure out what it was, he was sure that it must be some special