Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

I didn’t know where she was and if she was ever coming back. My thoughts were ended abruptly by the sight of a building. It was grey, unmarked with no sign and nothing to tell the world what happened behind its walls. I parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to the top floor. --- The door was made of reinforced steel and a keypad glowed red beside the handle. I entered a code into the keypad. 7-1-4-2-9 and the lock clicked then I pushed the door open walking in. I entered a dark room with computers lining the walls and screens stacked on top each other.

"Tonight is better than Monday." Zara looked at the garden wall and ran the calculation, the parts of it she could account for and the parts she couldn't, the distance between having a plan and having a plan that accounted for every variable, which was always an impossible standard but tonight felt more important than most to approach as closely as possible. "Nine thirty," she said. "North corridor, third floor. Which door." "Seventh from the stairwell on the left side. Plain gray panel, no handle plate, no number. It looks like exactly what it's pretending to be."

"So if Mayfair breaks the outer door without me, they freeze." ​"And if they take you alive," Julian added, his storm-gray eyes turning to pure, unadulterated ice, "they force your hand onto the biometric scanner before taking everything. Which is why they leave this facility over my dead body." ​The elevator slammed to a heavy stop. The iron gate groaned open, revealing a vast, floodlit subterranean corridor carved directly from the black stone. ​At the far end of the hallway, fifty yards away, sat the grand vault of Shaft 9: a massive, circular titanium door reminiscent of a nuclear submarine hatch, illuminated by pulsing red emergency lights.

“Ward nine.” “I hope we both get back to Oakblood safely.” The ringing of large bells dragged our attention to the huge metal doors. The hall was large enough to contain all three wards, mage lights flickered on either side of its brown walls while drawing in ancient characters sprayed across the walls in beautiful designs. It was breathtaking even though it had no details aside from the color and letters. “Ward nine.” Cole stepped up, his dreadlocks falling over his forehead. Everyone in ward nine formed a large line, disassociating from other ward members.

Surely, he has to agree to open the door. “3-6-7-1.” I look at him, realising it is the code for the door. I’m now looking at the keypad. Do I really want to do this? I begin typing it in and open the door. As I do, the lights instantly come on but are tinted red, making the room glow.

I’m not going there because I’m desperate. I’m not showing up to beg. I just need to see. To know. To prove he didn’t vanish. She didn’t text. She didn’t knock. When she reached his building, the gate was open. When she got to his door, her hand hovered over it for a long time. Then she knocked once. Twice. Nothing. She waited. When the door finally opened, Elias stood shirtless, sweat on his collarbone, a towel slung over his shoulder. He looked surprised. And then something else—tired, maybe.

Each movement felt heavier than the last. “But… this door won’t open, sir.” “11251890178,” Justine said. Nadine froze. She had asked for the pin code — why did he give her a phone number? After speaking the numbers, Justine said nothing more, only watching her confused face. “Sir, I asked for the door code, not your phone number,” she murmured, her head lowered. “That is the code,” Justine replied with a faint smirk. “Can you repeat it, sir?” she asked, her voice shaking.

After Melody cheated and returned to the family, I started posting online every day. [Is cheating addictive?] [Just how thrilling is cheating, really?] [When a woman cheats, does she feel worse for her kids or her lover?] … I tagged her school in every post, making sure each one appeared right in front of her students, her colleagues, and even her lover. Everyone told me to stop making such an ugly scene and be the bigger person. Only Melody stood up for me. "I'm the one who did something wrong. It's only fair to let Tony vent a little." That lasted until my 99th post. Then Melody stormed in as if she'd lost her mind and smashed my computer. "Anthony, are you ever going to stop? I alr

My boots slid across the damp floorboards as I reached the end of the north catacomb. Standing before me was a heavy, reinforced iron door. Stenciled in faded red paint across the center were the letters: `ARCHIVE SUB-4 / PROJECT 904`. My hands shook violently as I pulled the heavy brass key Kael had pressed into my palm earlier. I shoved it into the lock. The cylinder turned with a heavy, rusted *CLICK*. I pushed the door open. The room inside was cold, silent, and illuminated by a pair of battery-powered fluorescent work lights mounted on the ceiling. There were no filing cabinets, no computer terminals, and no iron ledgers.

cold air is brushing my hole. Dr. Karsyn opened the wood door with the same triskele emblem. Almost all doors here had the same design in the middle along with the diamonds engraved on them. "Go crawl going to the bed and raise your ass in the air. I'm gonna take a pee first," I breathed safely as his huge fingers removed my silky soft hair from grabbing. He pushed me hard.