Nine Light Door Novels & Stories

He can’t stop being amused by how sturdy the materials used on building the whole floors are. At the second floor of the building, there are eight rooms, four at each side facing each other. Each door has names on it that indicate who owns the room. Kanaye stepped forward when he saw his own name at the door. He hurriedly opened the door out of excitement. The door is heavy and is made of very sturdy wood. At waist level on the left of the door is a metal panel, which supports a large metal doorknob.

Climbing the stairs was a harrowing and traumatic experience that I assured myself I was never going to pass through again. I finally got to the hallway of the ninth floor breathing like a Chihuahua that just climbed up Mount Everest without an oxygen mask. I approached the door to the room and noticed the keypad lighting was purple. It only does that when the room is occupied and I knew there was only one person who could be inside. My big baby.

As they traced the source of the faint chatter, Nico gestured to the boys to slip inside the door one by one to avoid catching attention. He kept the door slightly open to peek into the hallway to see if they were in the right place. On either side of the corridor, there are three mahogany doors. The walls are uniformly painted pale black, and the door frames are gray, just a few shades lighter. Each door has a distinct design.

I'm going to look for that house alone and everything will be more difficult. "Shit..." He sighed resting his hand on his head and gathering his hair. "Okay, I'll help you." I tried to hide the smile. "The first thing you need to know is where they probably hid Elija. There are two doors underground of the house. The first room is where we keep any kind of tool. Normal utensils even silver. But the door is incredibly reinforced and has a password. I doubt they know it. 5589 keep that number in case you need it. But only in case you really need it. 5589. "Repeated.

He didn't get in. "Leona, can we just talk about this tomorrow? I…" I pressed the 'door close' button. I sat in the driver's seat of my Maserati and lit a cigarette, watching the city lights blur. Neon signs flashed, cars streamed by, everyone heading somewhere. Only I had nowhere to go. I started the engine, ready to head back to my own apartment—the one that didn't smell of Isak's cologne and false affection. "Leona!" Julia's voice came from outside my window.

Nico found it first. The door at the far end. Reinforced steel, locked tight. A keypad blinked red. “This is it,” he said. “If there’s anything left, it’s behind this door.” I knelt beside it, fingers dancing over the keypad. The file mentioned a date. A death. The date of my mother’s obituary, the one I had printed myself. I punched it in. 0921. The light turned green. The door slid open with a slow, heavy hiss.

To the best of my knowledge, his men were just as cold as merciless as he was. They led me through the door at the far end to a wide hallway with doors on both sides. Each door held a number written against it, and unlike others I had seen, the numbers were randomly allotted to each door. The first door held the number twelve while the door which was directly opposite it held the number five. The next doors held the numbers one and nine. Right! I said in my head. Both men were as confused as I was, and completely unaware of what number was on the next door.

Pressing the button for the third floor, she leans against the wall, her thoughts swirling like a storm. The elevator dings, and she steps out, passing a series of closed doors that guard secrets she’s not sure she wants to know. Each door feels like a barrier, separating her from the life she once had and the darkness she’s been drawn into. Arriving at room number nine, she hesitates, the familiar knot in her stomach tightening. Coughing lightly, she knocks. “Come in!” he barks, his voice echoing through the hall like a warning. “Geez,” she mutters, rolling her eyes before pushing the door open.

"They're hiding something." "No." "You are." "No." "You literally just changed the subject." Neither woman answered. Instead... They excused themselves almost simultaneously and walked away far too quickly. Aubrey watched them disappear. Definitely hiding something. Half an hour later... She found it. The eastern hallway looked different from the rest of the mansion. No flowers. No artwork. No windows. Just silence. The air itself felt colder. At the very end stood a pair of enormous black wooden doors. Locked. She approached slowly.

The urge to throw up climbed up her throat but she fought it down. Puking in Mom's car would not end well. The car's speed began to decrease as they reached the palace. There were three gates: The massive one at the center that towered almost sixty feet, which bore engravings that meant nothing to Nine but glowed under the light of the sun and there were two lesser gates, each twenty feet tall, made of a kind of metal which caught the sun in a strange way, shimmering and subtly changing colors. Mom parked the car in a corner, ordering Nine out and as soon as they were both out, began to cry out loud.