Novel & Cerita Cain Dear Door

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

I even wanted to stay away from him, isn't he paying attention to me and now if he touches you, you'll think we're conjoined twins, purchase. We reached the room it was talking about and my jaw almost dropped. The door was made of black wood with carvings of vine-like flowers. Cayden opened it and I immediately saw a very wide space and everything was a gold-like theme. My eyes wandered and I was almost afraid to step into the room because it was so clean and I felt that mortals were not allowed there!

Surprisingly I do not meet any other wolves on the way up the stairs. ‘The downstairs is clear, Alpha,’ one of my guys says through the link. ‘Clear the rest of the levels,’ I command through the link, stopping outside of a door that smells heavily of Cain. Without hesitation I kick the door open, only to find Cain face down on the mattress. I walk over to him and lift his head from the bed and his face is streaked with tears. He does not look surprised or shocked to see me. “It took you long enough,” he says coolly but I can hear the fear in his voice.

"I will see you outside then." I slowly pull my ever so throbbing head out. I go to zip my pants up but not before I give her one last good look of what that she is going to miss out on. After adjusting myself a few times, I turn to make my leave. As I reach the door, she calls after me." "Oh, and Mr. Caine." "Yes, princess?" "Six and a half." "Hahaha." …Cassandra POV… That was an absolute first for me. Mr. Caine Snr walking in on me about to do the dirty with his son. Well, maybe he should knock the next time; after all, that is the purpose of a door.

Claire chuckled when she saw him, "I can see you only lost your memory, not your sense of fashion." "I'm not here for chitchat," Cain told her. He catwalked to her on a pair of Chelsea high heels and stood before her. "How do you know it here?'' Claire had to ask him because she could count the number of people who knew the secret door. Though Cain knew it before, she could bet that he couldn't remember it, and Floral didn't know it. "Why can't I know it here when I'm daddy's one son? He told me about it, he also knew you would want to escape into the company through here because of the press you caused yourself."

They all laughed as quietly as they could and then they tip toed around and gathered their clothes. Becky cracked the door and she peeked down the hall. "The coast is clear," she whispered to them and she waved them out the door. They slipped past her as fast as they could and just as Becky was about to shut her door, Caine and Della opened their door...which was rght across the hall. "Well good morning," Caine said to them with a sly grin on his face and a raised eyebrow. "Good morning," the three of them sad sheepishly as they all stared at the floor.

Is this his bedroom? He brings me towards the frosted glass door. As he walks, he kisses me passionately. I make a small sound of pleasure and wrap my arms around his neck. Cain pushes the door with his back and enters the room. While I kiss him, I start to smell a fragrant. Not a perfume. I want to pull away from him and gaze upon the room however; he keeps me busy and his kisses are so alluring. I begin to feel the moment again. Cain slowly puts me down. I stand on the tips of my toes. Cain holds my waist with one arm. His other hand reaches out to a button behind Rosie. He presses it and warm water sprays out from above them

“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.

Camille's door was a gentle shade of mint green, little vines crawling along the edges, small flower buds protruding in random locations. I walked down the hallway alone, ultimately finding my own room. As I looked at the door to my bedroom, I grasped why each door was completely unique. They reflected each of the chosen contestants in some way. My own door was a lovely shade of red, not bold or gaudy but warm and appealing. The red faded into various shades of orange and yellow. A thin golden pattern was etched into the door, swirling around the edges and doorknob. The brilliant color matched my fire-kissed hair, and my personality as Aidan would say.

The question sitting there unspoken. “Is this allowed?” Vex glances up. Reads him instantly. Of course he does. A faint smirk touches his mouth against my throat. “Doorways are for guests,” he says casually. His fingers tighten on my waist. “You’re not a guest.” Kade’s eyes flick back to mine. Searching. Asking. The answer is already there. Kade hesitates for only a moment before stepping inside, closing the door behind him. His eyes never leave mine as he approaches the bed.