Door Threshold Black 소설 & 이야기

He pulled out the gray key and tossed the fake rock to the side. After opening the door as fast as he could, he ushered her inside. Then he felt around on the left side of the wall until he felt a switch. He flipped it up and quickly turned to close the door. The foyer floor was dark beige marble. The walls were beige. There was Mexican gray Chessani two drawer sideboard along the left wall. Three vases were on top of it. There was a closet about twelve inches away from it. A crystal chandelier hung above them, giving the foyer and what was ahead light.

Music played low and bass heavy, humming through my skin like a heartbeat I hadn’t earned. The receptionist gave me a form. But I barely filled it out. Because that’s when I heard her. Behind the Black Door There was a door in the back labelled Private Marks Only. It was matte black. Soundproofed. With a glowing crimson sign that read: SESSION IN PROGRESS. DO NOT DISTURB. But the moans still got through. Real moans. Shaky. Deep. The kind of sound you don’t fake because it lives in the gut. She whimpered once, then gasped.

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

Chapter 30 The Caldwell mansion's front door slammed with enough force to rattle ancestral portraits, sending dust motes dancing through shafts of afternoon light. The mahogany double doors, imported from Italy at a cost that could have fed a small nation, bounced against their hinges, one cracking slightly at the impact. Lora stormed into the grand foyer, her Louboutins clicking a furious staccato against marble floors that had been polished that morning by servants who feared Emily's wrath. "You *pathetic* coward!"

The huge room, almost as big a space as the Black Hall, was an echoing grey tomb, Along the furthest wall were the three metal doors, each with an alpha-numerical keypad and a huge ships-wheel for turning. Those bastard safes. The bane of Declan’s life as they mocked his failure to feed and protect us. They sported even more damage from whatever sledgehammer or axe he had found. He had taken a serious amount of frustration out on these metal barriers.

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Nodding in agreement, the three of them proceeded to the front door. A few stairs and a large oak double door stood in their way. The columns previously looked upon, could now be studied quickly as well. The way they shined, was not paint, but because they were pure white marble with grey in them. Cordovia next took in the door, which was lined with the tree of life in iron and the roots wrapping themselves in a circle. The base color of the door was a deep cherry red color. And the doorknobs seemed to shine with their gold iron plating.

We descend together. The air cools incrementally with each step. Not enough to fog breath, but enough to make skin tighten. The walls shift from pale stone to darker granite. Lighting embedded along the floor casts upward glows that eliminate heavy shadows. Deliberate design. No corners for concealment. No blind spots. We reach a pair of black metal doors. No handle. They open inward soundlessly like the hall doors. The technology here is quite modern an forward. Are the doors sensor biometric?

Watching the bookshelf slowly moving on the left side making him sign in response. Looking at the black door barely visible in front of him, making him blink his eyes a few times. Taking a step towards it placing his finger over the lock pad hearing the beep right after. Pushing open the door Takeshi walks downstairs followed by another long dark hallway. Turning the switch down the light illuminate through the long hallway. Just then hearing the door being shut behind him with a soft thud making him take a deep breath in. Bookshelf going back at its original place along with the brown book with the red germ the sunlight shining upon it as it sparkles under it.

He could only watch as they did whatever they wanted while praying that they would fail at opening the door. Darren lifted Black Moon up and slashed it in the direction of the stone door violently. A metallic flash was seen, and a gust of strength came out, swooshing toward the door. It hit the door, making a deafening noise. The door, which looked exceptionally thick and weighted, collapsed immediately after. Lyndon was stunned. This door was erected from special materials, but it had been slashed open with just a strike! The stone used to make this door had been painstakingly chosen. Where on Earth did this guy's blade come from? How could it be so powerful?