Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

“Okay, Cass, now this is brilliant. Inez giggled with excitement. Cassandra ended the call and quickly went back to her baking. Inez had allocated twenty minutes for Cassandra, but it all passed too quickly, and she wasn’t there yet. As she began to doubt, the doorbell went off and interrupted her thoughts. Rushing to check the video doorbell, she was excited and relieved to see Inez standing there with her familiar silhouette marked out by the afternoon light. She opened the door, ready to greet her friend and go on whatever adventures awaited. Inez's soft chuckle brightened the mood as she pushed the door closed with the sole of her shoe, changed into a flip-flop quickly, and stepped into

Every place took its own space and would fit together when needed. As she contemplated everything that she needed to. The doorbell rang, and she went to the door. Her brother was standing there with a box in his hands. “This is a short-range one, but it works better and won’t affect cell phones or Wi-Fi.” He pressed the button, and the lights dimmed for a second, and then he did it again when everything had reset. “Just to be sure.”

Chapter 20 Meeting Jarek Tinsley expected the ninth floor to be filled with luxurious and blinging things, but she was surprised to see that the ninth floor was decorated to be homely and warm in order to make whoever is in here feel at home. Besides, every single decoration of it was a low-key but expensive limited-edition product. She steeled her nerves and walked inside, toward the dining room. The ninth door was built like a house. There was a fake courtyard and after it was the dining table.

“Why is it always you? Why do you get to take everything away from me so easily? I was here first! Adrian belongs to me! If I see you trying to seduce him again, I swear, I’ll kill you.” Zoey opened her mouth to speak, but Claire suddenly kicked her hard, knocking her to the ground. As Claire stormed off, Zoey’s heart dropped. She knew exactly what Claire was about to do. “No!” Zoey screamed after her, panic rising in her throat. But the door slammed shut. No matter how hard she pounded on it, no one came. She yelled for help until her voice went hoarse, but the thick, insulated walls swallowed every sound. Ten minutes passed. Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her ski

The door to my room was suddenly pushed open without warning. My brother, Adrian Hoffman, walked in and scoffed when he saw me staring blankly at my diary. "Aren't you a little too old to be writing a diary?" Normally, I would have argued back. But this time, I didn't even lift my head or respond. Seeing my lack of reaction, he grew irritated and ran his hand through his hair before snatching my diary to take a look. On it was a single number—99.

I could feel his frustration and curiosity from the other side of the room. Hmm, my fingers rubbed my lips in thought. “There was a third person in here, no doubt, nothing was taken?” Then my eyes fell on the door of the inner vault; a room that was fortified by steel walls and a steel door. The only way to get in was to enter a nine-digit code for the door to open and less than five people had that code.

We all go," I said. I pulled on the helmet. The hiss of the seal closing was claustrophobic. My breathing sounded loud and ragged in the confined space. My frostbitten hand throbbed inside the thick glove, a dull ache that reminded me I was still alive. We watched the numbers fall. 40... 30... 20... "Safe threshold," Kai announced. "Opening the lock." He hit the manual release. The heavy wheel spun. The hydraulics hissed. The door swung open. THE BLEACHED WORLD We stepped into Sector 9. I remembered it as a dark, dripping esophagus of black sludge and shadows.

Ding-- When the elevator reached the ninth floor, the elevator door slowly opened. Mary Kinson strolled towards 903, and the door was left unlocked. She slowly pushed the door and opened it. This room is not an ordinary room, but a special sex room, with striped patterns on the walls that confuse people's vision. Walking in without two steps, a special smell went straight to her nose, which made her frown slightly. There is fragrance in the room, or special fragrance.

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed