Movie Like Sliding Doors Novels & Stories

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.

Noelle had already been preparing to leave, but at the sound, her eyes instinctively looked toward the private room across from them. The wooden sliding door had been opened, and from Noelle's angle, she could see two women still grappling with each other. Standing beside them was a man with a dark expression.

The evaluation period was halfway through and would be over in almost ten days. While Adina was deep in thought, she suddenly felt a cold win sweep through the window. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the master bedroom were already fixed, but the place had been converted to a balcony with a sliding door. The window near the door was always kept closed. When she looked up, she noticed that the sliding door had been pushed open and a dark silhouette appeared on the window. Adina’s eyes widened, and she leapt to her feet. She tried running away.

Not this soon. The room was stifling, each second stretching into an eternity, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights only sharpened the edge of my nerves. Then came the bang on the door. I glanced back at Claude one last time, the subtle rise and fall of his chest grounding me, before I moved. Pressing myself against the wall, I noticed a narrow slider built into the door—cheap and makeshift, as if whoever put me here expected trouble. They weren’t wrong. The slider creaked open, and a head popped through. Dark eyes swept the room, hesitating just long enough for me to strike.

I thought the designers were crazy, but I was wrong; they were insane. A sliding door was at the end of the hallway, and we walked right through it. We walked into the living room and realised the sliding door was hidden behind a thick curtain. The door that led to the bedrooms was in the living room all along. All we had to do was search behind the curtains for hidden sliding doors. I figured the entrance from the kitchen was an escape door. Really stupid. I guess Lord Newton could no longer ask for a refund like Erik had insisted. Note to self: No matter how urgent the need may be, I would see the house before buying it.

The door clicked shut behind him. Not a slam, not even firm. Just enough to let the outside world disappear. Maya lay still, half-covered by the sheet. Her skin felt too hot, her pulse loud in her ears. Her eyes didn’t adjust right away, but she didn’t need them to. She felt him in the room like gravity. Like a shadow that thickened the air. He stood there for a few seconds that felt like hours. Then he spoke, his voice low and unfamiliar. “You left the door open.”

Wilder shut the door on Sloane. He didn't slam it. Didn't yell. He just took the edge of it and closed it, slow, in her face, and the sound of that soft click was worse than anything he could have shouted. A slam was a man losing his grip. This was a man who didn't have to lose it. Who could take a door and close it in a killer's face like closing a book, and know she'd stay shut out because he'd decided she would. Sloane let him. That was the thing to remember about her, Maya was starting to see. You didn't move Sloane. She let herself be moved, and filed it away, and made you pay for it later.

I see it— At the far end of the closet stands a grand, free-standing armoire. Dom grips the side and shifts it. A low groan of wood echoes off the walls. Behind it: a smooth panel of stone—subtle enough to miss unless you were looking for it. “There,” he mutters. Dom touches it. A soft click. The panel slides inward. And then the door glides open… revealing the Matriarch’s workroom. What is it with these people and hidden doorways, I muse to myself. First the ‘trophy wall’ and now this.

Both of them could see the flickering light coming from the darkened living room. “Let’s sneak around back and peek through the sliding glass door,” Mandy whispered. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and get a glimpse of her playing with her little pussy!” “You’re bad,” Dean whispered back, but he took her hand anyway as Mandy led the way around back and through the gate in the wooden eight foot fence that surrounded their pool. Carefully and quietly the couple worked their way to the wide double glass sliding door. What they saw electrified both of them. Dean’s erection pushed the front of his khaki pants out and Mandy’s panties were instantly soaked.