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Thank you so much for your time and appreciation of my story! I really want to thank you, wherever part of the world you are right now. I am hoping for your continued support. Please share my work with your friends and family, and rate my book kindly. THANK YOU! The Boy Behind The Red Door is the second story I wrote, ever. I was mourning the loss of my twins when I discovered the world of web novels. I was not a novel read and never was. Not until I needed to find something to distract me from my sorrows. That's when I discovered that novels could help you escape from everything, even temporarily only. It's not the answer to our problems, but it makes us help get through them, especially em

He had noticed Alexandra giving the book to Robert, and that sly devil had hidden it. What's really the need for all those dramas? He glanced around the messy room. He wished it was tidy. He stepped closer to the high shelf and observed all the books and portions kept on it. The book of Ginnak has no definite color as it changes whenever it senses danger. Like now. But he would be able to spot it. He noticed a soft glow at the far-away desk. Found it. He strides toward the desk and picks up the book from the locker. It has turned green.

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

It seems like the owner of this room is also mysterious like this room. The bedsheet and the comforter is color black. Even the pillow was fixed neatly beside her. The pillowcase is color black and the curtains are color red. Of all color, why does the curtain is color red? It's too dark for her taste. The light from outside won't even penetrate the room. She scanned the whole room once again and she thought tha it's three times wide than her apartment. Even the books in the shelf was neatly fix on the side. Oh, damn... books! She like books so much! She won't be a writer if she don't love it.

“Welcome back Young Master.” Greeted by its servant and opening the door for him, she makes her way in her concealed presence and fully knows where and what to do for the hundred times she’s been in that place. With its dull expression and limitless words as its very nature is someone silent, but deadly. Its distinct straight face is just one of if features she finds amusing, somehow lustfully craving to squeeze it every drop of blood he ever has. He headed quickly unto its room and upstairs. Locking the door behind, he walks quietly into his study room and faces the bookshelf behind his office table. With her sitting comfortably on the edge of the table and expecting the same routine that p

“Come with me.” Winter walked around the library. She then went to the very corner of the room, pressed the room button and made it open. A secret room that holds magic books for tier one witches. The book was flying, unlike the books in the front room which were neatly arranged on the shelves. Helena just found out there was a room like this. Each book was coated in fairy powder, so it could fly on its own. “This is the book!” Winter exclaimed. She reached for a book with a red cover; a book that could show a map of the world.

I step inside, following behind him. His apartment looks exactly like him — dark, not so clean, and cold. Gray walls, black furniture, a whiskey decanter on the counter. A single dim lamp in the corner, throwing long shadows that seem to move when I blink. The place feels like him… dangerous and predatory. Just as his living room’s door lock chimes behind us, he drops the luggage, snatches my wrist, and drags me towards the room I know too well…his red room. The door, painted in maroon and black, is the last room in the hallway.

The room may look like a small library, if one hasn't read about the secret door leading to the real place in the map before. He made quick steps to the last shelf standing attached to the wall completely, there was no gap between the wall and the last shelf as if they were one, which is not usually normal. He pulled the fifth book in the third row. A red book with dust which looks really dull in comparison to the other books around it. The pull triggered a door to emerge open in a plain wall out of the blue, the wall was unusual too compared to others hovered by many portraits or some sceneries.

Celine The first thing I saw when my eyes slowly blinked open was red. A crimson glow seeped into the room through the tall, arched windows of Charles’s kingdom. The light was sickly, unnatural and it bathed everything in its creepy red color. The walls that were once stone cold now seemed to come alive with a faint, bloody sheen. And I pushed myself upright with my heart pounding as my stomach twisted into knots and swallowed the breath that was stuck in l my throat.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.