Scott Pilgrim Door Novels & Stories

Scott said as we climbed the stairs, because the elevator had an out-of-order sign on it. The stairwell smelled like urine and mold, and I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from gagging. I kept thinking about Lily living here day after day while I complained about stupid things like Scott being too controlling. When we got to the fourth floor, Scott made me stand behind him while Marcus and James flanked us on either side. We walked down the hallway to apartment 4C. “Let me do the talking,” Scott said one more time before he knocked on the door.

Hell, he didn't even have the decency to stop or at least look guilty or ashamed that I had just caught him screwing a woman in our matrimonial bed. Instead, his face pinched with annoyance. "Jesus Christ, Evelyn." He snapped, "Either close the door and leave, or strip down and join us. But stop hovering there like a pathetic ghost." The girl—who I now recognized as Mara, his twenty-one-year-old secretary, when she lifted her head—smiled at me. "Sorry, Mrs. Hart. I told him we should've locked the door." My hands were shaking. I mumbled something that might've been an apology and yanked the door shut, stumbling backward. My shoulder slammed into the wall hard enough to send our wedding photo

“Come in.” Marilyn swallowed and opened the door. Raymond sat behind his desk, his expression giving away nothing. Which somehow made him even more intimidating. “Close the door.” She obeyed. “Lock it.” Marilyn froze. Her pulse instantly accelerated. For several seconds, she simply stared at him. Raymond didn’t repeat himself. Slowly, she turned and locked the door. The soft click sounded far louder than it should have. When she turned back around, Raymond was watching her. Not like a CEO watching an employee, but like a man watching a woman who had occupied his thoughts for far too long.

"I'm sorry, Patricia. What should I do now? How can I make it up to you?" But it was too late. I no longer felt any pity for him. I opened the car door. The chirping of cicadas outside persisted. Slamming the door shut, I said, "Get lost, and don't let me see you again." Vicente left, taking Jamie with him.

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.

🌱🌱SCOTT🌱🌱 "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I yelled as I open the knot of the door, luckily Mom and Dad weren't at home, I clutch my head in pains as I headed towards my room, few hours earlier, I felt a banging pain in my head and had to leave Liam behind, a voice kept speaking to me, I felt something or someone trying to take over my body, I felt my brains twisting against itself and I yelled in pain

Julian's reply came instantly. Brother: [Do I need to come get you?] Even through the screen, she felt the cold, unyielding edge in his tone. Afraid he might actually appear at her door, she dropped her tablet, grabbed her phone, and hurried out. Standing at his door, she hadn't even reached for the bell when another message appeared. Brother: [902079. Let yourself in.] It was the code for the door. For a moment, she froze as her mind leapt. Was it the same way Charlotte had gotten his code? Was she just one of many women who knew it?

He wants to kill you and make your soul his puppet so that you will open that door for him. He plan to kill you on full moon for the ritual to make your soul his puppet and that's why I come on earth to save you cause if he failed to open that door on full moon then nothing happens. That door can only open once in twenty four years. I'm short of words now just think about all the information I gained. But there is something kept bugging me from start and I want to ask it. "Do you wanna ask something," he sensed my confusion and ask looking straight in my eyes.

Roxy bangs the door a little harder this time round. "You guys have been in there all morning!" She yells from the other side of the door and Scott swiftly walks to the door and opens it.