Door Crack Blocker Novels & Stories

Brady’s POV With the added security, no matter how hard they tried or how strongwilled they were, the door was built with the best security measures. It’d take at least an hour to break down such a door. The door to the cabin was an in-built door layered with aluminum alloy and steel plates, featuring four hinges. Steel doors are more challenging to steal down. The glazing was impenetrable, with an added layer of cherry, oak, and mahogany.

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

“I wasn't stari-” “Yes you were.” His stupid smirk was pure provocation. “Shut up.” I escaped down the hall, muttering under my breath but stopped mid step when something caught my eye. A door. Not your normal door, to be fair this isn't your normal house either. But this doke was different. Heavy steel instead of sleek wood which was reinforced with thick bolts. It was matte black like it had been designed for a bunker and it was locked. Curiosity kills the cat.

It was the kind of door that didn’t have a knob, but a metal handle that one could use to open the door. This door was kind of like the doors used on emergency stairs. It was something that you can easily lock from the outside. After a few seconds, Fiona eyed the windows. Aside from the reinforced window, there was also a stainless steel window grill that wasn’t showing any signs of corrosion. On top of this, the area was actually very far away from the parking lot. Even if she screamed her lungs out, no one would be able to hear her.

The keyhole was broken, and all the parts inside popped out! The door lock was broken! “Sh*t!” Everyone’s expressions changed. Kaden and Quentin, who were closest to each other, rushed forward to block the door first. The other male guests also rushed forward. “We cannot let them come in. We have to block it! Block it!” There were no heavy objects in the room that could be used to block the door, so they could only rely on their bodies to desperately hold the door. The iron door began deforming when it was being squeezed from both inside and outside.

The padlock wouldn’t be on the door, because that is too cumbersome to remove in a hurry. I find one that fits the criteria. A keypad instead of a padlock. 3 containers wide and 4 long, brackets and bolts connecting each one to the other. There is noise coming from inside, muffled, but audible. Walking around it, there is no way of getting inside except for the front door, it seems. Well, here goes nothing. I knock. The door opens, and a middle-aged dark-haired guy looks at me. “What do you want?” He asks.

Noah yelled, slamming his shoulder against the central seam of the locked doors with all his strength. BOOM! The thick glass didn't even vibrate. The red light on the electronic panel continued to blink with a steady, harsh rhythm: ACCESS DENIED. "It's three-inch bulletproof glass, Noah!" Luke shouted, grabbing a heavy metal fire extinguisher from the wall mount and swinging it like a sledgehammer directly at the center pane. BANG! Sparks flew, leaving only a tiny white scratch on the surface, while the iron extinguisher bounced hard out of Luke’s hands and clattered across the polished floorboards.

Rylan carries a toolbox and Roberto has a sledgehammer. There's a large padlock on the door and it looks like it's been sealed up tight. But that's not going to stop us. I reach for the sledgehammer and Roberto hands it over. Then, I lift it high and slam it down. After a couple of attempts, the lock breaks. Yanking it off and tossing it aside, we study the material holding the door closed like glue. Looks like they used caulk or some kind of sealant. "Now what?" I ask, dropping the sledgehammer.

I freeze. The clerk unlocks the glass and pulls out a small, polished piece of medical-grade steel. It has a thick base ring and a small, restrictive cage attached to the front by a hinge. It has a tiny padlock resting next to it. It looks like a medieval torture device. "Kir, no," I say immediately, even though my cock is now pushing hard against my zipper and my breaths are coming faster than they should. The shop assistant ignores me completely, which is incredibly rude.

It simply wasn’t in his nature. Ostensibly talking to Clare but really thinking aloud, he repeated some of the things he had noticed about the door earlier. “The pins for the hinges are on the outside, as well as the screws for the doorknob. That definitely doesn’t work in our favor. The door itself isn’t an exact fit for the frame, there’s a little bit of space all the way around. I think I can see some kind of slide lock or deadbolt.” “You’re right,” Clare said. “Whenever Big Daddy comes or goes, I hear him sliding the lock.”