Pin Against Wall Novels & Stories

A man shouted, "Don't leave any royal alive" his voice raised, "Every heir of Kenneth family must die" "Send them all to Hell", the other one cried. Valentine hid behind the wall where the path parted into two. While, the girl approached the door in silver color. The door was locked; she wandered her eyes to find how to open the door. There was a pin lock on the right side of the door. She tried any possible pin number that could come in her mind but none worked. Every random try was going incorrect.

Back to the kitchen he went. After he rummaged through the bottom drawer for a minute, he finally found a pin. The locks on all of the doors in the apartment except the front door were able to be opened just with a pin. There was a hole in each doorknob on the outside that was like a keyhole and they could use one of the pins the landlord gave Tony to open them. He walked back to the bathroom door and knocked again. Only silence met him. "Tony, c'mon. What's got you so worked up? Can you let me in? Please?" He spoke gently.

I switch the frames again and now steadily go to pick up the disc, shove it inside the hoodie, and zip it back. This one is going to be a little tricky. The moment the motion detectors are deactivated, something slides off the ground and something rises from above it—a panel attached to a thin pole, the size of half my height. I step closer, standing over it, and the screen lights up with green thin lines crossing each other, making grids. I look down to see any kind of entry point—there is none. No sockets or ports. Nodding, it’s exactly what I thought. There’s a tiny little hole, the size of a needle. Ah! I take a small pin with a circular loop from my pocket.

Subtle. Integrated into the wall. Not visible unless you’re looking for inconsistencies. “That’s not standard equipment,” I say. “No,” Adrian replies. “It’s embedded.” “Yes.” I study the edges of it. The alignment. The way it sits flush against the surface instead of protruding slightly like most installed units. “This wasn’t added,” I say quietly. “It was built into the structure.” Adrian doesn’t answer immediately. Because he already knows what that means. “Play it,” I say.

I pushed a few branches aside and froze. Hidden behind the leaves was a narrow metal panel set into the wall. It blended almost perfectly with the stone, the edges barely visible unless you looked closely. My eyes widened slowly. “Well… well…” I crouched down, brushing more leaves away. A small keypad sat beside the panel. A keypad on the garden wall. My lips curled into a slow grin. “Oh,” I murmured to myself, excitement bubbling in my chest. Lucian Banks might think he had locked down the entire house, but it looked like his perfect little fortress had a secret door.

She moved past the skeletal frames of what would be a crib and a changing table, toward the back wall. In her week of "quiet observation," she had noticed something. The floor plans for the penthouse, which she’d caught a glimpse of on Dark’s tablet, showed a structural pillar in this wing that didn't match the interior dimensions. There was a gap—a hollow space behind the mahogany paneling of the hallway. She reached the mahogany wall. Her thumb, now coded into the system for the balcony, trembled as she pressed it against a small, decorative brass inlay. Click.

I shrink in the wall, trying to get as far as possible from his face. He left while slamming the door. ******* I can't continuing seating here doing nothing, am clueless about this place just maybe if the door was not locked, I can escape. My eyes darted around the ceiling searching for cameras or monitors, I found none. I silently stood up and winced, I pulled the handle silently but it was locked. I search for any string or what ever that can help me open the lock. I finally find a pin, I've seen this with Tina and watch people use it open doors in movies.

If you enter but stupidly enter through the main door, the only person to enter is through the side door or window. Entering someone's house without the owner's permission is called theft, but who wants to, it's because of compulsion. Marin took out a PIN light from her pocket; when she left it in the car, she turned on the PIN light. Fortunately, there is a PIN in the bag. Hold the PIN light around the room. There was also nothing but an old bed and a wardrobe next to the bed; the table was placed in the middle of the yard; on the tabletop were painted many strange shapes.

I'd looked at every shelf. But I hadn't looked at the walls. The paneling along the back wall was pale wood, seamless, with no visible seams or joins. I ran my hand along it slowly, pressing gently in intervals the way you press along a wall when you're looking for something that doesn't want to be found. About halfway along, at roughly hip height, the wood gave slightly under my fingers. It gave no sound as it loosened under my fingertips. I pressed harder. A section of the panel swung inward, smooth and silent on concealed hinges.

“You’re more perceptive than I thought you were. Or at least, more perceptive than I was.” It was hard to miss, so I didn’t take what he said as a compliment. I’m guessing he was just too busy figuring something out to miss something like this. The wall was made of black and graying bricks, some cobwebs forming at the places where it wasn’t damp. However, in the center of all of that, was an indentation that was at most 7ft high and 3ft wide. Almost fit for a person to squeeze into. You could tell that the places where the bricks were discolored was a place that was often touched or moved. A door. A pathway. You just couldn’t miss it.