Door Frame Lean Booktok Novels & Stories

🦪 DORA 🦪 Dale and I didn’t train. He never left his room since our last conversation, and I can only stare at his door, wondering why he’s locked in. I’ve also tried knocking, yelling his name, I even threatened him, bribed him with several dishes, but nothing worked. But as soon as someone rushes through our gate, screaming "Umbra," Dale cracks his door open and rushes towards the gate. I follow, only to find an average-looking man panicking and trying to seek shelter in our home.

Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness. The door, splintered around the lock, wouldn’t latch. Jake immediately threw his weight against it, his boots skidding on the polished marble floor. “It won’t hold! I need to brace it!” he grunted, the strain evident in his voice as the door shuddered under an impact from the other side. A pale, grasping hand shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.

I am indebted to this man. “Get a room why don’t you?” I hear a mutter and Kaden in a sudden outburst, lifts the bookshelf that had nearly crushed me and hurls it against the wall on the far end of the room. It smashes to smithereens and to our shock, the wall crumbles to reveal a tiny door. It creaks open. I blink and look from Landon to Kaden. “It’s a door…” I say. “I can see that,” Kaden snaps.

The door itself was solid but the frame around it had the slightly soft give of something that had been damp at some point in the past decade and never fully recovered. I looked around the corridor. There was a bench against the far wall. Decorative, heavy, the kind of thing that had been sitting in the same spot so long it had left marks in the stone floor. “Help me with that,” I said. Titan looked at the bench. Then he just hit the door with his shoulder instead. It took three attempts. Not elegant. Not quiet. But the frame gave on the third hit with a crack that I felt in my back teeth, and the door swung inward hard.

Amanda said and ended the call professionally. The Japanese Cedar door was carved from a very expensive Cupressaceae, yet it was very light in mass and reflected light rays that beamed on them. The glass sheet that was fixated between a frame made it look more exceptional. "I'll get the door" one of the security officers said and headed for the door to open it. It was Blake! Amanda was perplexed! She never expected to see Blake at this hour of the night. Although, she knew that Blake and her father had some sort of business correlation.

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

Taking the steps three at a time. By the time she caught up to me I was already behind my bedroom door locking it. She smashed into the wood door with a loud grunt. I cracked up laughing knowing that the door hurt her more than she hurt it. All the doors around the house are reinforced solid oak doors made specially for our supernatural strength. There has only been one to break down one of these doors and that was HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED. Her little fist pounded on the door. I ignored her giving the misconception of being mad at her.

Johan hurriedly stepped outside to look at his bedroom and saw that his door was fixed too. “Woah, you can even fix broken stuff, huh?” he told Seb. “On the contrary,” Damien answered him, “Things when broken, can not be returned without fault.” he went to the door and opened it, Johan noticed a notch on the wood that wasn’t there before. “These are probably doors from the other rooms.” Damien explained. “I believe that there will be 3 doors missing in some of the rooms on the same floor.” he looked at Dorin’s wall. “Some of the bricks as well.” he added.

“I just…yeah. I don’t know.” A spot started to itch directly behind my ear. I ripped off my hat to scratch it, then slammed the hat back on, feeling even more exposed by Isobel’s penetrating stare. So I cleared my throat and started walking up the path without her. “I checked out all these books from the library this weekend about building bookcases, but the most useful tips I found were actually on Pinterest. And what do you think of this…a hidden passage bookshelf door?”

My mate asks as we both stare at him. "There's a door here." Huh, what does he mean there's a door here? Both Ash and I lean down beside him and I shit you not he wasn't lying, there is a fucking square door built into the floor. Who the fuck has something like this in a bedroom? "It was being hidden by the dog create... Wait what if it was hidden for a reason..." Ashley's talking sense and Cal must think so too as he leaps for the handle on the door and pulls on it hard.