Door Frame Lean Booktok Novels & Stories

There are no windows to escape from or air vents … the floor looks to be made or a smooth layer of cement. Biting my lip, I look back at the wardrobe door as an idea comes to mind. I don’t know if it will work, but I might as well try. With a powerful and swift kick, the wardrobe door shatters off the hinges, splintering into fresh pieces. I grab one, hoping it will work as I wedge it in the small crack of the door. “Contestant Soley, Please move away from the door,” a robotic voice comes through the speaker. I run, charging towards it as I land a foot on the wood, ready to propel up and shatter the lock. Before I can succeed, I hear the clicks of the lock opening before a puff of air and th

She stood at the threshold and looked. Her body understood before her mind finished collecting details. No mirror. No bell pull near the chair. No small table within easy reach. The windows were tall, but their locks were new. The curtains hung too perfectly, their hems stiff, as if chosen to imitate softness rather than create it. Daniel’s gaze moved over hinges, latch, windows, walls. Leah’s gaze stayed lower. Near the inside edge of the open door, where the latch entered the frame, the white paint had worn thin from use. Or perhaps it had never covered properly. A narrow line of old color showed there, hidden except when the door stood open.

I tried again, this time handling the knob with more effort, still the door wouldn’t bulge and remain closed. “Did this fucker locked me inside?” I gasped at the realization. I scoffed in disbelief with my mouth still widely parted. “Salome do you think we can break down this door? Cause I’d like to teach him a lesson for pulling this ridiculous move? Who am I? His prisoner?” ‘Feel it. It’s a mahogany isn’t it? Should be easy enough for us to punch through.’ I placed my hand over the door’s surface to feel it, indeed it does feels like woods so I stepped back and fisted my hand ready to throw punch.

Ford's pov I knocked on the door, harder than I needed to. “Yes?” “Are you decent?” “Yeah, come on in.” Leia said on the other end of the door. I threw the door open and stormed in, “it is all hogwash, drivel… Just nonsense you’re spouting.” She smirked at me, “so you thought about my words?”

Leo called out, his baritone low and steady, unhurried despite the heavy oak pressing against his spine. Gia didn't hesitate. She slid a thick wedge of cured pine under the door's lower edge, her leather-gloved hands moving with quick, practiced rhythm. She struck the end of the wedge three times with a heavy hickory mallet. Thump. Thump. Thump. The door settled onto the pine block with a dull groan, its weight distributed safely off the broken hinge.

“Keep walking your boots down. Two more doors. On the right side.” Our frames are pretty much completely alone in this dark hallway. It is as fine a territory space as any to state with my tongue that this wild friction has to stop forever, but my actions are driven by a force far stronger than human reason when my skin is near Kael, and my boots don't hesitate at all. My feet just continue moving forward until my fingers are opening the specific door his voice indicated and walking straight into what appears to be a small mudroom layout, with a wood bench for boot storage and iron hooks for heavy winter coats, and small under-cabinet lights that flash on the moment my frame enters the space

Ruhee put the plate on the bed, "I don't know but no one is in the house." "Great." I opened the door and started running towards the room that was next to my parent's bedroom. "What are you doing?" Ruhee screeched while whispering. "Adam left me some videos, he was in the house and he said the bookshelf is actually a door." "What bookshelf?" I opened the brown door and pointed towards the large bookshelf, that was in place of one wall, "that one." I removed the large red book with a velvet cover and indeed there was a keyhole.

I keep looking at the two men fighting at I keep throwing books of the shelf. When I get to the bottom shelf, I notice the mark on the carpet that shows the shelf has been moved a couple of times. I stand up straight and try to move it. it moves and I get excited and keep pushing. When I look behind there is a door, and it needs a fingerprint to open. Karan throws Riaan on the desk, and he rolls over and falls on the other side. He comes running to me and scans his index finger. The door opens and he goes in with me behind.

It crashes to the tile. I drag it to the bedroom door. I wedge the corner of the bathroom door into the crack. A lever. I brace my feet against the wall. I pull with everything I have. CRACK. The frame shatters. The deadbolt rips free of the dry rot. The bedroom door swings open. I sprint down the hallway. It’s empty. Ghostly. I fly down the stairs, skipping steps, my hand sliding down the railing. The clubhouse is silent. Eerily silent.

Deborah's POV "Oh my god," the words escaped from my mouth as soon as I closed Liam's room door behind me. The heavy wooden door clicked shut with a finality that seemed to seal us away from the nightmare we'd just escaped. The sudden safety of these four walls made my knees weak, and I had to lean against the cool wood of the door for support.