Door Frame Lean Booktok Novels & Stories

I stood in the deep shadow of the alcove, my back flat against the brick wall, staring at the door handle of Unit 3B. The door was completely standard—cheap wood laminate with a single deadbolt. But as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed something that made my stomach turn over. The small piece of clear scotch tape I always put across the bottom seam of the door frame whenever I left her place secure was gone. It hadn't just peeled off from the moisture; there was a tiny, jagged corner of adhesive still stuck to the wood, torn violently down the middle. Someone had opened the door.

Two. One. Room. I spun around, ready to argue, but— Click. Zane leaned against the door he’d just locked. “Oh Boy. Door’s jammed,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just turned the key himself. “Might need a replacement.” I grabbed a slipper from my foot and hurled it at him. He caught it. With one hand. The bastard didn’t even blink. “Open the door, Romano.” “I will, after you admit this is your room too.”

No human being could rip a ballistic steel door off its frame with their bare hands. A figure stepped slowly into the empty frame of the ruined door, blocking the harsh glare of the garage lights.

On top of wanting to help Zane find out the truth about the curse and book of creation, she also wanted to leave as soon as possible, being around here for too long is not cut out for her. Jaine walked to the master’s bedroom and instead of opening the door using the doorknob, by turning it and pushing it open, she dragged the doorknob to the opposite side, and with this pressure, it caused the door to open just like a sliding door, however, the whole wall moved along.

~Liam's POV~ "I should take notes of this..." I whispered. "Wait till you see more," She giggled. "I thought it was a movable almirah..." She shook her head, "It isn't. It looks like one from the outside but it's not. The center part won't budge from its place as you already saw it's a door to this small room."

“Lisa, open the door.” No response. He pounded his fist on the wood. “Open the damn door!” Still nothing. He leaned in and pressed his ear to the wood. For a moment, all was quiet. No running water. No movement. No Lisa. He turned to walk away. CREAK. The sound froze him mid-step. He spun around. The door was flexing inward, the timber bending unnaturally as if it were breathing. A second later, it clicked open by itself, slowly swinging inward on silent hinges.

AYLIN POV The heavy latch on my broken door rattled, making me instantly grab the iron poker from the hearth. Lucien had only been gone for a minute, but someone was already lurking outside. I held the metal rod up, watching a dark shadow flicker past the cracked wooden panels. The door swung open. "Miss me, darling?" Kaelen asked, leaning his shoulder against the splintered frame. He had his arms crossed over his black leather chest-plate, looking relaxed despite what happened

Locked. Time to get creative. He withdrew the blade from under his pant leg. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Prying it open.” She looked shocked. “Are you kidding?” Clearly, Tessa didn’t grasp that, in the larger scheme of his job, this was one of the easiest things he did. “No. The door is mounted from the outside. If it had been mounted from the inside, it would be a bitch, if not impossible. But this? Piece of cake. All I have to do is wedge this knife between the door frame and the door itself about six inches from the corner. Here, diagonal from the latch, at the bottom. Now, I’ll just pry upward and tilt the door.” He demonstrated and heard a faint click, then smiled. “That’s all it

If this is how it's going to be, I'll start a fire that can't be put out and let everyone see just how useless he is! The recording ended, and my expression remained unchanged. I had already heard this recording in my second life. Seeing how unmoved I was, the officer played the second piece of evidence, which was footage from a security camera. In it, a figure resembling me poured gasoline all over a cluttered room full of discarded items before flicking open a lighter. The moment the fire started, the person swiftly turned and ran. The video froze on the person's face. It looked strikingly similar to mine.

Lukas snapped, already gearing up to try again. “Let me.” Aiden stepped past him, calm and deliberate. He crouched to check the frame, fingers brushing the rusted lock. Then, with a precise kick near the latch, the old wood gave with a splintering crack. The door swung inward, banging against the inside wall. Aiden straightened, glancing back with that maddening composure. “There. Try not to break yourself before we even get inside.” Lukas blinked, momentarily impressed. The way Aiden moved, precise, confident, barely breaking a sweat, did something to him. Under other circumstances, he’d have made a filthy comment about it. But right now, all he could think about was Kara.