Cat Untuk Pintu Kayu Novels & Stories

The double doors of the house was as fancy as the rest of it. Thick mahogany, brass knobs polished to perfection, and two panels of the most intricate stained glass art depicting the baptism of Jesus Christ. It was the grandest opening to a residence Kat had ever seen, but the fact that they were slightly ajar made her stomach constrict with apprehension.

"The studio is yours now. First, survive. Then, paint the spring." I opened the suitcase and took out the magnolia wood paintbrush. Just as I placed it in an empty porcelain cup, there was a knock at the door. The owner of the bookstore next door stood in the doorway, holding a chubby calico cat in his arms. "She wandered into the wrong yard. Sorry to bother you," he said, his voice cool and understated.

The tears are starting to come again. “Katekins, my child! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.” In a flash, Kate has entered her room and locked the door. She makes a beeline for her small window of jalousies, yanks the curtain off it and unsheathes the rod. She then uses the rod to prop her door, kind of like the felled coconut tree wedged against the rear gate of Enchanted Land. As soon as she does, her door knob turns.

As the doors boomed closed again Kat was already darting to the windows and inspecting them for any latches or locks…finding that none of them opened. This room was truly sealed and she wondered if the glass would even break if she tried to smash them. She wandered back over to her original seat and collapsed down in it, her eyes drifted to the double doors at the other end of the room. They were painted a blood red and instead of lion’s heads these had dragons upon them painted in black. The doors looked very oriental to Kat’s eyes but it was what lay beyond them that she mused at.

Katia just stared at the room and it took her breath away. Walking through the door, you entered what looked to be a living/family room. The walls were made of gray stone and all the window frames were made from copper, like the door. The carpet was a soft black carpet with purple specks on it. There was a light grey sofa and two matching chairs. A dark cherry-colored table sat in the middle of the furniture and across the room hanging on the wall was a television the size of the wall. Underneath was a state-of-the-art entertainment center with a gaming station, games, and DVDs. Walking further in and through a small door to the left was a huge bedroom with a wall that was nothing but window

Dom had thought that far ahead, and the card reader opens and there’s a number pad to insert the code. She taps the code in and opens the door, she flips the lights on. It wasn’t dark but it feels better with the lights on. She walks over to the cribs, and runs her hands over them. They are more beautiful than she’d thought, she’d seen the photos before the kidnapping, three almost identical cribs, each made mostly from ebony, with the flat panels of the sides made from ziricote wood, which is grey with striking black lines running the length of the panels following the grain of the wood.

“Or you can open the door, and I'll carry you inside.” “Don't force your luck.” “Okay! Okay! No need to get mad!” Once I was with my feet on the ground I made sure to have the blanket wrapped tight around me. I then turned my attention to the door before me. If I'm not wrong, made of oak wood with beautiful designs which looked like animals, felines more exactly and some flowers. An interesting design if I can say so. But what is hidden behind the door... I can't believe it.

Lechon stewed over the fire as Ambrosio, a faithful human protein-vegetarian aswang, turned the roast boar on the spit. "Ambrosio, do you think I have what it takes to change the loathsome ways of the Ikapati Tribe for good?" Catarina mused. Her swordstick cane - made of rosewood and bamboo - was lacquered bright and boot polish black. She smirked, petting the golden Philippine eagle in silver on its cobblestone crest. Catarina ran sharp red nails over its bright metal beak.