Novel & Cerita Door Door Fruit

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

He slowly raises my chin up till my gaze meets his and smiles at me with some emotion I couldn't recognize behind his eyes. "I do, I care about you." He professed and my cheeks redden at his comment. "I'll be right back." He stands and walks towards the window, opens it, and throws something out. When I look at him curiously, he shrugs. "It was just a fruit pit." I give a satisfied nod, and go back to eating breakfast, till it hits me. I swiftly raised my head to him. "But strawberries don't have–" Someone knocks on the door and we both freeze. We already had room service so who could that be?

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.

“It’s Dad. Come out and have some fruit.” Benjamin’s commanding voice came from the other side of the door, leaving no room for refusal. He’d always paid close attention to his son’s well-being and growth, never neglecting it. Mark carefully made his way over and opened the door, his gaze unfocused as he looked outside. Jeremy was pushing Benjamin, who sat in his wheelchair at the door. In his hands, he held a plate of fruit—some grapes, apple slices, tangerine wedges, and a few of Mark’s favorites: Shine Muscat grapes.

I shook my head. "Well no. Cos the only fruits inside the fridge are bunch of bananas that belongs to sienna. Since she likes to suck on one every morning, why don't someone just get her a dildo or something to suck on instead of stocking up the fridge with bananas. Some of us have other favorite fruits." He loudly chuckled and I realized a minute too late of what I just said. Oh well. Its already been said, so who cares? "Did you just say dildo?" I folded my arms across my chest.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

I mumbled to myself as I walked to his door. “What was that?” William inquired. “Nothing,” I said and I ran out of the door laughing. I put my phone back in my pocket as I casually strolled into the kitchen, I pulled the fridge door open and brought out some strawberries, blueberries, grapes, red apples, peaches, and bananas. I stacked them up in one hand before using my other hand to shut the fridge door. I washed them first before placing each fruit on the chopping board to chop them. After chopping, I placed them in a white round porcelain five partitioned plates and picked up a fork before taking it up to him.

Demetria scanned the door, looking for any clues to help her open them. They were made from solid wood and decorated with dragon figures in every corner and the middle. The beasts had all their heads turned to the center. The dragons looked like they were carved directly from the same piece of wood as doors. Demetria kneeled to peek through the keyhole, but to her utter surprise, she found nothing there. The girl stood up, annoyed. That door had no keyhole, which meant there was no key that could unlock it. Then, how the h*ll, anyone could use it?

------MARIA---- Ding dong! The front door bell rang. “I’ll get it!” Cara yelled, rushing to the door in her mini dress and her head tied up in a messy bun. She grabbed the door while Maria carried the platter of fruit to the dining table, smiles on her face.