Scott Pilgrim Door Novels & Stories

Through my daze I managed to make out a door on one wall made completely of rusted metal. The room was dimly lit by light let in by a single barred window but other than that I couldn't see anything but cement. The door let out a loud squeak as it swung open revealing Scott who was dressed in dirty black jeans and a blood covered white shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if it was my blood or someone else's as a bright light flickered on causing me to groan in pain. I fell back to the ground covering my eyes and writhing around slightly in pain upon impact, even the slightest movements were excruciating.

In fact, this bar is the business partner of the hotel introduced to Nguyen Linh that she has never brought her to this day for the first time. Here gather those with money who are willing to cover a long floor to organize a flying party. We just walked in to the door and were stopped by security guards and presented identification cards that we were 18 years old, where there was a requirement to be over 18 years old to enter. Presented to go in, Nguyen Linh exclaims: "I can't believe that one day someone mistook me for not yet 18 years old and started showing my ID card, couldN't I be that young?"

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

“You want to see something cool?” Scott asked Emily with a smile. She giggled. “What?” Scott’s heart warmed at the sound of her soft laugh. He hadn’t seen her this carefree in all the months they’d been together. Scott stood up and walked to the library shelf at the wall. He removed the books covering a button and pushed it. The bookshelf jerked, then slid aside to reveal a hidden door. Emily giggled again. “Okay, that’s impressive.”

It was cold, flat not the usual sharp warmth in Scott’s voice. “Where are we going?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just pulled me along. We descended a spiral staircase that seemed to go on forever, each step darker than the last. The air grew heavier, colder, almost suffocating. “This way,” he said. We reached an iron door, carved with symbols that glowed faintly blue. Scott placed his hand on it tapping certain symbols, and it opened with a low groan. “How do you know how to do that, what more how do you about this place?” I asked cautiously.

Although I had been here before, that wouldn't stop me from seeing Naomi. As soon as I got to the top of the staircase, I took the left path –it was instincts pulling me towards that path. There were about four doors there. I pushed the first door and noticed it was a study. I moved on to the second and there was nobody there. As soon as I got to the third, I placed my hand on the knob and as soon as I was about to push it open, I heard a voice behind me. "I can and will sue you for trespassing if you unlock that door, Justin Miller." Scott's hoarse voice echoed.

A butler opened the door. "Welcome, sir," the butler said as he did a half bow. "Where is my mom?" Scott asked as he entered the house. White lights were shining brightly in the hallway. "Your mom is in her bedroom," the butler responded. "OK, thanks." Scott muttered. Scott halted at the front doorway, waiting for Mike to enter. A few seconds later. Mike entered the house. "Let's go," Scott said. staring at Mike. Mike was carrying about four shopping bags in his hands at once. They both went over to Scott's mom's bedroom. As they got there, Scott knocked on the door. A few seconds later, someone opened the door—it was one of the maids in the house.

The door clicked shut behind him. Not a slam, not even firm. Just enough to let the outside world disappear. Maya lay still, half-covered by the sheet. Her skin felt too hot, her pulse loud in her ears. Her eyes didn’t adjust right away, but she didn’t need them to. She felt him in the room like gravity. Like a shadow that thickened the air. He stood there for a few seconds that felt like hours. Then he spoke, his voice low and unfamiliar. “You left the door open.”

Lucifer practically ruled this domain, his power linked to here just as it was in his own kingdom. I made my way up the rickety staircase, the floorboards groaning with each careful step. Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding once I reached the landing. A single door stood in front of me, and I knew without even opening it that Winston was in there, waiting to show me whatever horrors he had created inside. Samuel's hand pressed against my lower back, his presence enough to calm my racing heart as I reached for the rusted handle. The once-white door, now stained with blood and years of rot, was the only thing separating me from my nightmares.

It had stirred things that made her feel guilty inside her to the point where she wanted to tell him everything that had happened. When they got to a door, he pushed open the door and they stepped inside. The room was decorated in grey and black throughout, the bedspread, curtains, paints on the wall, and even the frame of the glass door that led to the balcony. It showed the masculinity of the one who owned the room. Unlike other places in the house, it was adorned with simple furniture aside from the king-sized bed. The glass door was opened so, Gabe walked there to close it, then he looked back at her to see her looking at the bed, and his wolf chanted in his head. “Our mate, our mate, ou