Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

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.

Cain: okay. Me: I'm sorry I wish I could but you know life is hard for me. I don't know why everyone was okay with using me as a doormat, but that hurt my feelings. He didn't even answer back after that for an hour and then he started again with his annoying attitude. Cain: Don’t give me your address, I will find the address and leave the pet on your door, you can either feed him or leave him, I will leave it on you.

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 have every right to speak anyhow I deem fit, because you're being heartless—" "ENOUGH!" The familiar voice came from the doorway like a thunderclap, and every voice in the room died instantly. Cain stood at the entrance of the slave quarters, one hand braced against the frame, his broad silhouette filling the doorway. His face was pulled into an expression that made the air in the room drop several degrees. His eyes swept the space slowly, landing on each slave in turn. Nobody moved. "What," he said, his voice dangerously scary now, "is going on in here?"

"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.

But to Jack, there was something wrong. Jack frowned, his stomach also protesting with hunger. He was hungry too. Curiosity battled against desire to have his belly filled. But curiosity eventually won. He crept quietly from the bed, tiptoeing to the door with barely a stir from his tiny feet upon the wooden floor, pushing himself into the door, holding his breath, and listening. Muffled voices beyond the door, his mother bright and cheerful, the other woman softer but not hushed. Then, through the tiny gap in the door, Jack's eyes widened in shock.

He said to himself as he stand on the balcony of his room, feeling the fresh air and gripping on the lace of the medal as if he was holding on to the last thread of hope. "Shaney!" An excited tone of voice invaded his ears while reading a book. Shane sighed in hopelessness when she came knocking on his door as hard as she can consecutively. Shane was quite surprised at how sturdy the door is. "Shane, open the door!" "What is it, Lara? I hope you're aware that it is my rest day today," Shane said as soon as he opened the door. The woman rolled her eyes and invited herself in. Shane has forgotten how it felt to be alone since Lara and Damien always come to his room to pester him.

"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 Old Testament, mainly. You see: there is Moses, receiving the tablets of God.” Caitlin looked closely. She saw angels, demons, people standing with wings….It made her think of her kind. “Yes,” Blake said, reading the thoughts. “Our kind are included. Do you really think a human could have carved these? These doors were carved by one of us.” Caitlin surveyed them in wonder. “My dream…it told me that my father would be behind these doors.” Blake opened one of them. Caitlin pulled back the other, slowly. It was heavy, made of solid iron.