Movie Like Sliding Doors Novels & Stories

"Normal people don't live in places like this, Adrian!" He just smirked and got out of the car. Inside, the lobby made her stop in her tracks. Her mouth fell open. Marble floors gleamed under sparkling lights. Fresh flowers sat in giant vases in every corner. A doorman in a crisp uniform straightened up immediately. "Good evening, Mr. Hayes." He gave a little bow. Adrian gave a small nod and kept walking. Then they stepped into an elevator. Vivienne watched him pull out a key card and swipe it. The doors closed.

Carine asked. “No, they are weeks of travel away,” Marrin explained. “I try and write as often as I can but the messages do not always arrive,” she added sadly. “How is it you can just go through the door as if it’s not there?” Carine asked then. “We call it slipping,” Marrin said. “I can just do it, Darrin can too.” “So you could get me out of here?” Carine asked with excitement. “Slip me out through the door and let me go.”

"Moment of Truth. Lauren? Girl are you still with me?" "No Bitch, you're all alone, all the fucking way." Where do they trade Subconsciousness for another one, y'all? The creaking of the door brought me back into reality, after five years, I'm really doing it. I felt some Adrenaline, and immediately push the door. Getting inside, I took note of the place before the people. Why were they coloured bulbs? Slade loves only white light and nobody should have fixed this. "Except you,"

Then, with her tiny fingers and little feet, she began to climb. "I'm already up here, guys. What should I do now?" She looked for a locking lever or secret button. "I think you just need to pull the partition," Louis said. "This door can be slid up." Right at that time, Sky found a grip. She immediately pulled it. The door began to shake, just like her small body and red cheeks. "This is heavy!" she groaned. "Come on, Sky. Use your muscles! It's just your thoughts. This door is actually light."

••~~ MADDISON~~•• Nathan led us away from the gallery area, up the straight stairs, then through this long passage that just felt too quiet. And then we stopped. Damn. It wasn’t a regular door. He pressed his thumb into some sleek panel and click... glass doors slid open like we were sneaking into some billionaire hideout. Inside… wow.

She thought Edwin was judging me for being pregnant and she was smirking with satisfaction. Edwin glanced at the cardboard box on the floor, and when he saw the broken frame with a picture of me and Matthew, his smile vanished. "Why keep this junk around?" I laughed too, and as I walked past the box on the way, I gave it a kick. "Right. Once you toss out the trash, there’s no need to pick it up again." With that, I ignored Matthew's scowl and slid into the passenger seat of the Porsche. I had to say, riding in that car worth over three hundred thousand dollars was really comfy.

"You can't do this to me! You can't, Samuel! Please!" Her voice was cracked and hoarse. "I'll give you money… Anything!" The doctor didn't respond. He filled a syringe with an anesthetic. Then Meredith's consciousness started to fade away. "N-No…" Her voice weakened. "You can't do this to me, Samuel…" A low chuckle escaped the doctor. His mask hid the curl of his mouth. "They all scream like this. They all fall the same way." Her pupils widened. The ceiling swam above her, and in her fading vision she imagined Samuel's cold stare—the gentle man she knew now delivering her to hell.

Kirsten started, “see the doors around here? One of them will get us out. All we have to do now is to find the right one.” None of the people around are impressed. Not only that it’s not clear how it should be done, but it’s also insulting enough to be called muscle-head and to be addressed like inferiors. “What are you planning Kirsten,” Cara asked. “Do the most obvious thing. Examine the doors for clues, the real one should be distinct from the rest.” “Kirsten, it will take us forever to check all the doors here,” Alice replied while looking around at the innumerable floating doors.

The slide of a heavy metal deadbolt unlocking. The brass doorknob turned. The door slowly pulled open.

Harvey said with a mischievous smile. Just when I thought I didn’t understand what he meant, the door to the room started sliding open. My eyes immediately went to the door, and I stood up from the bed. My body moved on its own and I was standing right in front of the sliding door in no time at all. It can’t be… Did the door always slide open this slowly or was I just anxious to see the man I thought must be standing right on the opposite side of the door? I knew that it was the latter but that didn’t calm down the wild beating of my heart.