Elizabeth Door Novels & Stories

Elizabeth’s father’s house wasn’t a mansion, but it still stood out as one of the most imposing in the up-and-coming upscale neighborhood. James, attentive, stayed close by as she climbed the steps to the entrance. She rang the doorbell firmly. A few seconds later, a maid opened the door, surprised to see her. “Miss Elizabeth… what a surprise!” she said, stepping aside. “Good morning, Dolores,” she replied with a slight smile, stepping inside.

David locked the elevator and tapped Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Oh, sorry. I was just impressed by your… home...”. David looks around. He nods. To be honest, David was proud of his current achievements. He then beckoned for Elizabeth to follow him. Elizabeth nodded and walked towards him. David pointed at the cave. The hole of the cave was covered with planks of wood. It looked like the end of a barrel. At the center of this huge barrel-end was a rectangular door. The door was simple. It was a wooden wall with a wooden handle.

As soon as he heard the door slam, he turned to face Richard, who was still there, staring at him. Elizabeth ran up the stairs intending to reach her room and lock herself in, but before she could get to her place, she felt firm hands pull her abruptly into another room.

Now, it dawns that I have two things to worry about! Oh, god. How did I get here? Elizabeth or whatever her name is, seems like a handful already. How will I handle lying to my dad at the same time? Defeated, I relax back in my seat and just mop at the car’s roof throughout the ride. The big black gate soon comes into view and we drive through the estate, down to his vintage mansion. The car pulls up in front of the fine building and the driver gets out to open the door. Just in time, the main door opens, and Elizabeth walks out, dressed in a fluffy white robe, big dramatic flops with a cat’s face, and her hair is curled upwards in rich waves. As crazy as I suspected her to be, she has a gla

Glancing over my shoulder to look at Goddess in my shower. I reach for the doorknob, and Elizabeth calls out to me. “Please don’t leave.” I look back at her in shock. “What do you mean?” “Don’t leave,” she repeats boldly. I swallow the thickness in my throat. “I thought you would want some privacy.” My feet carry me away from the door and close to the bathroom. I find myself standing in the doorway, waiting for an invitation. “Join me,” Elizabeth says in a soft voice.

On the desk is a computer, keyboard, a laptop, a cupful of pens, and some stacks of files and documents. There’s also an armchair in the corner. All in all, the sight is pleasing to the eyes. Elizabeth is a lover of books so she almost finds it difficult to get her gaze off the shelves. When she finally tears her gaze away, she’s met by confusion. There’s no door in sight. Then it hits her. In the movies, rich men always have secret doors behind their book shelves, or buttons that can be used to open those doors in a secret part of the book shelves.

he nods as he happily falls asleep. Elizabeth's room is in the north but she moves out of the palace, to a little farmer's house not far from the palace. The house is abandoned. "It's me, Eliza" she knocks on the door saying her name. The door opens and a hand getting out of the shadow pulls her into the room, locking the door behind her. As soon as they reach the best day they start attacking

an officer muttered mockingly as they dragged Elias toward the stairwell, shoving him into the harsh, flickering fluorescent light of the building's interior. The roof was left empty, the rain continuing to wash away the physical evidence of the Door, keeping its secrets for a world that was no longer there.

Servants and guards stepped hastily out of her way as she advanced, her presence commanding and thunderous. Everyone could feel it — something terrible was coming. Alisha followed closely, worry gnawing at her chest. She could guess where Elizabeth was heading. Sure enough, they reached a set of large, carved oak doors — Henry’s private quarters. Without so much as knocking, Elizabeth slammed her palm against the door, bursting it open. Henry, who had been sitting on the sofa reading some papers, looked up sharply, startled. "Elizabeth—?" he started to say, but he never finished.

Without uttering a word, Elizabeth vigilantly walked toward the washroom, wishing she could pierce through the door with her sharp and ruthless sight. Approaching the door, Elizabeth then laid her hand on the handle. She had a strong feeling that Connie was inside the washroom. She could even hear Connie breathing. She must have come here to have a secret date with Jerome.