Novel & Cerita Cain Dear Door

For a moment, he considered doing the same to Astrid before leaving, but he couldn’t gather the courage to. Just seconds after he left the room, another knock came on the door once again. “Come in,” Astrid called. The door opened, revealing Cassia whose hands were folded with an angry frown on her face. “We need to talk, Astrid. Right this fucking moment.”

“Kelsie, I know that was scary. It’s not… you don’t need to worry. Please open the door. I’m only here to talk.” I got slowly to my feet gripping the baseball bat. I tiptoed over to the window in the living room that would let me see whoever was at the door. Definitely Cain. Shit. He was leaning on the doorframe with one hand and had the other fist up to knock on the door. His head was turned towards where the door would open, which was why he didn’t see me peering through the window on the other side. But when I didn’t answer, he sighed, his shoulders rising and falling in a deep breath, then he started to straighten up.

an officer muttered mockingly as they dragged Elias toward the stairwell, shoving him into the harsh, flickering fluorescent light of the building's interior. The roof was left empty, the rain continuing to wash away the physical evidence of the Door, keeping its secrets for a world that was no longer there.

The access door opened behind me. I did not turn around. I assumed it was Luca and I was already arranging what I planned to say to him, which was very little. "You are not easy to find," Cain said. "Fortunately, I have been finding difficult things for a long time." I turned then. He was standing in the doorway in his dark coat, looking out at the ground like he was reading them like a book. He came and sat beside me on the ledge uninvited, and he was so close to me that his shoulder was a few inches from mine, and he looked at the dark alongside me.

The way she smiled like she could bite. When the investor slid his hand under her robe, Cain leaned forward, his jaw tightening. Then he pressed a button on the mic. “Grace. Bedroom. Now.” She heard it through the earpiece hidden behind her hair. Her heart jumped. But she stood. And obeyed. The bedroom was dimly lit, floor-to-ceiling windows baring the city. Cain stood there, hands in his pockets, looking out like he owned every building below. “Close the door.” Grace did.

Gorevoy asked, getting sharply to his feet. “No... Let me see who it is,” Cain said, stood up, and crossed silently to the front door. He peered through its spyglass, then turned to Gorevoy. “It's Rico,” he whispered. Gorevoy crossed to the bedroom, and leaving the door open a few inches, he watched the living room. Cain opened the door, and Rico walked in, a black leather briefcase in his right hand. His eyes moved to the two empty glass cups on the table.

’ I’m led down the hallway, but we don’t go far and soon we stop outside double doors that seem to somehow be grander than my own, although they are the same size. They are made of black wood but I’m not sure what makes these more daunting… Is it the inscriptions upon it? I frown as I scan them slowly, trying to see if anything makes sense. One of the women knocks on the door and says something in a different language. The doors swing open, and I’m instantly hit with Agnarr’s scent. I hope he isn’t here! I see six women wearing similar clothing waiting beside the door. “I will leave you now,” Cazan says, bowing his head as the rest follow suit and bow their heads.

Raine "Did you lock the gate?" Cassian's deep voice cut through the night like a blade. Tense. Ready to strike. I froze on the stairs, my heart thudding. "Yeah… why?" He turned from the window, the blood-red note still held in his hand. "Because someone's already inside." I don't waste time asking him how he knows. I rush to the weapons cache hidden beneath the floorboard. My hands tremble as I open it—take out the Glock Kade had left behind—and slide the chamber.

This is so ridiculous. “ so what? I’m on house arrest?” He totally ignores me and walks over to the balcony with his phone to he’s ear . I took my time to look around the room, there was no picture on the wall, no sign of life just empty and boring but beautiful. Few minutes later there’s a knock at the door . I don’t know how to react, since I got associated with this family it’s been one death after another , I immediately jump to hide behind the sofa with my heart in my mouth , I peep and watch as Cain grabbed a gun from the drawer tightening he’s grip as he opened the door gently. A small Italian man pushed a hanger rack of clothes bags and shoes into the room and then tilted his head in