Novel & Cerita Red Door Yellow Door Stories

But no one dares to slow down or else they will be snatched by those dead looking hands. “A little more guys, I can see a door,” Van said breathlessly. They are almost there; the door is just fifteen paces away, then ten paces, then five. And now the door is within their reach and Van seizes the knob. “IT’S LOCKED,” he shouted as the others frantically bang the door with their fist. The creature is coming, and it’s almost here! With their minds high in adrenaline time seems to slow down. And the door opens and a pair of saving hands reaches for them.

Every color seemed brighter, almost too bright. The jagged, pointed chandeliers no longer looked exquisite and luxurious. Their crystal points were razor sharp, and the maroon background seemed almost blood-red in comparison. Hide the ugly beneath something beautiful and appealing, I thought somewhat drunkenly. I managed to snag something to eat before all but running to my bedroom. I paused in front of the bedroom door, marveling at the splash of color. Each of our doors were completely unique, a reflection of ourselves. Mine was stained in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. A thin golden trimming lined the door and doorknob. I had once thought the door was similar to my hair, kissed b

They collapsed, tangled, laughing softly in the afterglow. That’s when the doorbell rang. Sharp. Insistent. Jax froze. “Shit.” Mara sat up, sheet clutched to her chest. “Who...” He was already pulling on boxers, heading to the door. “Stay here.” She didn’t. Curiosity and a flicker of something possessive made her follow, she was naked, silent, peeking around the corner. Jax opened the door a crack. A woman stood there, blonde, pretty, eyes red like she’d been crying. Tight dress, heels, looking like she’d come straight from a bar.

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

his voice entered my mind and I instantly replied with an apology. "How do I get out of here? Am I dead by chance? Is this heaven or something?" I asked. I didn't get a reply so I just walked straightforwardly. I finally reached a red door; I contemplated if I should actually open it or not. Red doors are never a good sign but if this place forbids of you saying such taboo words & things, then why would a red door be here? Ah, what the frick. I opened it anyway and there was nothing there. I took a few steps inside and then the door shut automatically. I pulled the door but it didn't budge.

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

Fenris gasped. “Yes.” Lillia echoed. “Amelia’s sketches also had a red door like this one. I knew we were not dead.” She laughed happily, her feet moving in tandem as they approached the eerie-looking crimson red door that stood very oddly in the black void. And when she reached, Lillia walked around it. There was nothing but darkness for miles behind it, almost like a tear in space and time, but in the shape of a door… a crimson red door.

And of course, giving a very convincing lie, now I just need to get to the top floor, open that door and get my sister her yellow file. I still seriously wonder exactly how that lady even knows a file is in there. I soon got to the top floor and there it was the red door, it still feels like yesterday I first saw it, and it definitely made me curious, now I have a reason to poke inside for a bit. I opened the door right up, and yes, there was really a ton of crazy gadgets and weapons in here. Like seriously illegal weapons and stuff and just laying here, it's practically a gold mine for fighters.

It's a door across the street, with no windows or anything for me to see what's happening inside. The door with red lights around it. There's no name. There's something painted in the middle of that single door, resembling the curves of a sexy woman's body. It's just an outline, not very detailed. "Isn't this dangerous, Ash?" I asked, still staring at the red door with red lights, perhaps to accentuate the white paint of the woman's body. She unbuckled her seatbelt while we both watched two men open the red door and enter. "Nope, maybe for me, but I've been going in there for a few Saturdays now," she replied, referring to the red door.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)