Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

By the time I finally made it home, my breathing was ragged and my body burned with fever. Dragging myself into the bedroom, I placed the divorce certificate on the nightstand. There, neatly lined up, were eight other divorce certificates. I marked the newest one with a clear number nine. Barely conscious, I swallowed some fever medicine and collapsed onto the couch, sinking into a heavy sleep. I didn't know how long it was before I woke again. The night outside the window swam into view. Lucy sat beside me, her expression carrying a rare trace of concern. A coat was draped over me, carrying a strong scent of unfamiliar cologne. Realizing Lucy had put it there, I pushed it off immediately, d

Now he has a total of -488 points. Such a negative bastard. I hop off the bed towards the set of doors at the right side of the room. Apart from the exit and entry door (which is the main door) there's also three other doors. One double door at the right side of the room, then there are two single doors. One, less than four feet away from the double door at the right, and then the other which is straight opposite the first. I open the double door first, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the view inside.

She also had no intention of going into more detail about his matters with Liam. Ting! The elevator dinged and the door opened. Enrico walked in front of her and she followed behind him. He stopped at a door marked with the number 99. He placed his thumb on the small green screen a few inches above the handle, then turned the knop and he motioned for Naomi to come in first when the door opened. She stepped in. She didn't realize that she had entered the wolf's den, Naomi ... You won't be able to escape this time.

When I arrived, Felicity and another few girls had passed out, so none of them knew that I was here,' he thought. Unit 912 on the ninth floor was located near the elevator, so it could be seen the moment one exited the elevator. Vermont pressed the doorbell for a long time, but nobody opened the door. He was a little skeptical. "Did you remember it wrong?" "This is the place."

But I knew better. I stepped inside, and the strong smell of cheap coffee and body spray hit me. The old computers at the front whirred noisily as a few kids smacked their keyboards, deep into online games. I walked straight past them without a word. At the back of the room, there was a door with a keypad lock. I didn’t knock. I punched in the code. 9-1-8-3. The door clicked open. The air inside was cooler, quieter, until it wasn’t.

The rack that held all his shoes, parted in two like the red sea, revealing a door. The door was small enough that even I had to bend a little to go through—that is if the door hadn’t been locked. It required a password with nine characters to open. I was curious and I wanted to know what was in there. But I didn’t know Emilio enough for me to guess his password. I mean, what could his password possibly be?

Oscar patted his shoulder before Jack left. The Galaxy Tower was half hour drive. And now he was standing at the main door of room 575 with boxes of take away foods. He rang the bell twice and then stood there waiting for door to open. "Who is... Jack. You. Here. Oh my god. Am I dreaming"? Nine was most probably sleeping because he was in his pajamas and his eyes opened with a shock to see Jack standing at his door. He hugged Jack tight crushing him in arms, not caring that they were in the hallway.

The buzzing of the flies, the hum of the refrigerator units, the traffic—it all died. The brick wall behind them—the dead end—dissolved. In its place stood a rectangle of absolute darkness, seven feet tall. It cut through the reality of the alley like a surgical incision. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a pulsing, violet light. The center was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within, stars spun in a bottomless void. It hummed with a violent, agitated energy, reacting to the raw emotion in the alley—the fear, the hate, and the crushing weight of the betrayal.

Someone inside was playing both sides. “If I get out of this alive,” I muttered, “I’m biting that mole’s hand before Zane shoots him.” I typed the numbers into the keypad. The neon overhead flickered on the metal keys. One. Nine. Nine. Three. Each beep echoed too loud. After the last digit, the electromagnetic lock clicked. The door loosened. Colder air slid through the gap. Damp concrete drifted in. I pulled the door just enough to slip through. Fourteen steps down. Sparse lighting. One tired bulb overhead leaking a weak yellow glow. Rough concrete walls.

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,