Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

Vincent raised his head slightly. Arthur turned his back only to see a red door. He was bemused because this door was different. Every door that led to Nicodemus memory were blue and not red. "I think we've found our weapon." Vincent muttered while they both stared at the red door.

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.

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

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.

34892 I typed the numbers into the keypad, and then the door started to slide open. Thank god.