Kitne Paas Kitne Door Novels & Stories

I say softly and they all scatter quickly. I mind link Ximena. “How do I open the door and nothing else?” She replies instantly. “Press the button with a lock, go to options and select front door. Go to options again and select the timer, the door will close in your entered timeframe. The code is four, seven, five, five, two. Good luck Adriana.” “Thank you.”

The voice continued his speech and said, “Resilience and you will automatically depend on your body to begin to fully benefit from this situation and this first test.” Then another door began to open It was after you enter the main door, which at first was just a wall hidden behind an old wooden door, and when you enter, you find doors on your right and other doors on your left, it was the main door Long, two meters long and one and a half meters wide. As for the other doors that you see when you enter, they are two meters long and one meter wide, they were relatively smaller than the main door A door to the left of the secret room began to open slowly. The Southern Sect Master turned in the

And it's like he's the only one who can enter, just like his room in their mansion. He entered some passwords and identified all his fingerprints and his red eye, just like his room in the mansion does. When we entered I was amazed at what I saw. There's another room behind this door, it's very big. It's like times three in Saint's room in their mansion. It has a kitchen, a diner, a living room, and five rooms. "Your room will be in that door." He said while pointing to the peach door, the one on the right side is black and the one on the left side is violet.

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.

With a thought, a massive stone shot out from his spatial pocket, smashing heavily against the door. But the door didn't budge. He pressed his hand, recalling the stone back into the space, then sent out a second kinetic stone. Place. Recall. Place. Recall. After only a dozen repetitions, the door finally splintered open. This door had to be specially made. Otherwise, with the destructive power of the kinetic stones, one hit would have pierced a normal door long ago—their prior experiences had proven that. Yet, this one had required more than ten stones to break. Specially reinforced, without a doubt.

She was beyond excited to see them. A sturdy two-story residence designed without the least imagination came fully in few. Rose pushed open the small gate of the building and walked in. A set of sagging wooden steps descended three treads from the door. Her knuckles came in contact with the creamy, wooden door for the house. When there was no response, she hit the door with her knuckles three times and wait for a response.

The elevator at least, looked modern and really clean. The door soon opened with a ding and she dragged her luggage behind her as she stared walking down the long hallway. It fascinated her just how much space was in one hallway and how far the doors were from each other, the place looked more fancy on the inside, she has to admit. She counted eight doors down as she walked and as told, the eight door was the one with the number 108 on it. She sighed in relief and looked down at the beige foot mat in front of the door. The color made her dizzy, she knew her brother had weird tastes years ago but she honestly thought he would grow out of it.

Haley crossed to the door and began examining the hinges, how the two swinging pieces were attached. "They made sure to tell me this bar that the doors attach to is anchored into the foundation." "But what about the hinges? The screws? Bolts? One weak point could change everything." She was aware of Konstantin at her back while she went over the doors. They weren't cheaply made, which was a disappointment. The bars were as thick as her thumb, so not likely to bend, and she doubted they'd be able to break them. And there were no hinges. The post went through holes formed into the gates.

It makes sense to be different from the image we had. They looked around. The hall was decorated with gold statues of demons and magnificent paintings. Even though they were horror paintings, they were magnificent in red, black, and gold. Another peculiarity was the fact that there were many doors. In fact, they stopped counting when 30 arrived. - I don't want to guess, but I would say there are 60 doors. And that makes me nervous. Why 60? - A lot of coincidences indeed. Or the room changes depending on the souls present. But the most important question is: which is the door we should go through?

It wouldn't be a bad idea to see things for myself. Keith chuckled, “Great choice man. You won't regret this.” Keith said, excited as he came down from the car too—locking it with his key. Keith pulled open the door and the loud sound of music buzzed in the air. Keith turned to me and smiled like a maniac, he read the curiosity on my face, “The Door is soundproof.” he informed with a high tone through the loud music. We entered and I couldn't help but be shocked to see the room filled with nothing but men, ladies with their dresses above their knees, drinks—lots of wine bottles.