Doors Figure Novels & Stories

“Excellent point. Let’s find out. Gents, if you’ll be so kind to take on those hinge pins and see if we can’t get this foolish door open. I’m sure everyone is like me and is interested in what’s on the other side of these doors.” Ty made everyone step back while two shifters came forward with equipment to remove the door’s hinge pins. It took several minutes, and Mikey stopped the video while they worked. Once there was noticeable success, he started up the video again and explained what they did off camera. Four hinges per door. That’s what they found on all five doors. Ty figured it would take forever to get all the doors opened. So, he sent the two wolves on to repeat what they’d done to

"It's just a closet in there. It's where we keep uncharted clothes and accessories. You don't want anything there because there's nothing that will interest you there." Ford looks at the helpless attendant. "You blocking my way and trying so hard to stop me from going in there is more than enough conviction that there's something that will interest me in there. Leave." Ford shoves her aside gently so she doesn't fall. He grabs the door handle and pulls. Surprisingly, the door opens and he sees Brian leaning down over his daughter, all her shirt buttons open and laid bare. For a moment, both men don't react but in the next moment.

Vector punches in the code. We hear the lock moving. It’s a low, metallic rumble, but it’s there if one hears it too closely. The giant metallic door glides open and exposes another thick metal door with a small rectangular window. Vector slips a card through the window; someone accepts it from the other end and reviews the details. If it matches the details of the people privileged inside, the door would be opened. If not, someone will take a bullet in their head.

I snap off the connection. From the end of the long hallway, a slight movement. As I watch, fascinated, the handle of front door turns; quietly, slowly, then eases back to its resting position. Silence... Muttering... A bang; the sound of impact. My every nerve-ending jangles an alarm. The vein in my temple pulses a beat then beats a steady tattoo through my skull. The door doesn't budge. And it won't. Not easily. Four-inch-thick oak, backed up by high-speed steel bars running the length through the walls.

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.

The doors are directly in front of the secretary desk but of course, there is a reasonable distance between the desk and the door. The doors are so smooth with only two square design on them; one square on each side and have I mentioned that the doors are really large? William pulled the right hand door's steel silver handle and went in, leaving me outside. I looked around me again, at this whole floor. It's really big, now that I looked at it. I went quickly towards the door and I pulled the same handle William had pulled. I expected it to open but it did not even budge. I pulled it with so much force and it finally started to open slowly. What the eff!

Now he has a total of -488 points. Such a negative bastard. I hop off the bed towards the set of doors at the right side of the room. Apart from the exit and entry door (which is the main door) there's also three other doors. One double door at the right side of the room, then there are two single doors. One, less than four feet away from the double door at the right, and then the other which is straight opposite the first. I open the double door first, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the view inside.

“I think…I have the key…somewhere…AH!” Freddy walked up to the double doors. Looking up, they had to be ten foot doors. Long glass panes framed by dark brown, almost black, wood. They swung open, and I sucked in a breath. Sam squeaked and Charles let out a snort. All of us staring at the entrance of the house. “Beautiful isn’t it? Just walking in, you can tell someone paid a lot of attention to the details.”

The door itself was three inches of armored steel with a biometric pad set into the frame. Victoria dug into her purse and pulled out a plastic-sealed case. There was a preserved cast of a human hand inside, something they’re not even supposed to be allowed to get but Kingston had gotten it anyway. I had not asked how. Some things were best of all left not looked into. She applied it to the panel. A beat of silence. Then there was a great mechanical rushing and thudding within the vehicle, and the locks clicked loose with heavy clunks, and the door banged outward.

The padlock wouldn’t be on the door, because that is too cumbersome to remove in a hurry. I find one that fits the criteria. A keypad instead of a padlock. 3 containers wide and 4 long, brackets and bolts connecting each one to the other. There is noise coming from inside, muffled, but audible. Walking around it, there is no way of getting inside except for the front door, it seems. Well, here goes nothing. I knock. The door opens, and a middle-aged dark-haired guy looks at me. “What do you want?” He asks.