Cain Dear Door Novels & Stories

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.

We passed by dusty, rusty file cabinets, a broken server panel, and a burned-out safe with smoldering edges. Behind: a bank-standard concrete vault door with a biometric scanner and keypad. Cassian placed his hand on it. The screen flashed. Welcome, Cassian Ashcroft. The door creaked open, and we walked in The room was lit with warm white LED light. Black binders on the shelves. A terminal is connected in the corner. A steel table at the center of the room with one item on it. An envelope. Stamped in black bold print: RAINE. My hands trembled reaching out for it.

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

The coal in my chest went warm. His forehead was an inch from mine. A great crash. Thornwood's heavy gates were kicked open from the outside. Night wind and snow blew in. The laughter in the hall cut off dead. I lifted my head. In the doorway stood a figure I'd thought I would never see again in this life. Northern frost and snow had settled on the black rite-cloak; that hard, cold face flickered in and out of the firelight. Cain.

"Listen to me carefully, my queen. No matter what happens tonight... do not listen to your sister's voice. Do not follow her. Promise me that." My stomach knots tightly. "What are you talking about?" Cain doesn't answer. He only gently urges me forward again, leading me down another corridor that feels even spookier. We finally stop in front of a massive carved door. "Your chambers," he says softly. I head inside. The room is breathtaking, with black silk sheets, golden accents and a huge bed that looks fit for a king and his queen. But right now it only makes my heart race with nerves. "Tiana," I say quickly. "Can you send for her? I'd like her company tonight."

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.

Looking at the Load of work she asked me to do I immediately began to work while getting a panic attack, I couldn’t get married to Cassian especially when I know what’s going to happen. I took a close look at my stomach and I felt upset that I wasn’t pregnant anymore but I ignored it when I heard the door bell ringed aloud and I knew it was him. A maid came upstairs to my father’s room and I overheard when she said “you’ve got a visitor sir,” “Who’s he?” My father asked. “Cassian Gavino” she replied. “I’ll be there in a moment” my father said when I heard footsteps of the maid leaving to go deliver my father’s message, I guessed.

Deep down, I knew that Cain could put his life on the line for me, but the fear of being caught by Terrace just seemed to be eating me up. A knock on the door prevented me from saying my next words, and as though it was planned, Cain and I cleared our throats at the same time. “Open!” Cain barked. If he didn’t, whoever was behind the door wouldn’t hear because of how thick I ensured my doors and walls were. The door opened, and Terrace’s bodyguard was ushered in by my doorman. “You may leave,” I told my doorman, waving him off. He bowed slightly and left, closing the door gently behind him.