Sliding Door Moment Novels & Stories

Kiara remarked as we walked towards the front door. “She just needs some TLC.” I smiled and turned the door handle. The door didn’t open due to the wood swelling at the bottom from the water, so I had to use force to get in. It flew open and broke away from the hinges as I pushed the door. With a loud crash, the door fell against the wooden floor. “Fuck.” I muttered, and Kiara burst into laughter.

Click. I grab the handle and push it downward. This old ass safe hasn’t been lubricated in ages and the screeching noise coming from the handle and the hinges is god-awful and loud. So damn loud. The door is heavy, almost rusted stuck, and I use all my strength to heave it open just as the office door slams open behind us.

Decrypting… 12%… 24%… "They're on the floor!" Chalida hissed, backing away from the door as the sound of muffled voices echoed down the hall. "Pim, they’re not knocking. They’re rigging the hinges!" "Stay away from the door!" Pim screamed, her fingers dancing across the screen. "40%! I need more time!" A dull thump echoed through the suite—the sound of a kinetic ram striking the reinforced steel. The heavy metal door groaned, the frame splintering.

I felt the force work it's way up and down every nerve in my body, giving me the needed juice to exact my revenge. "Open the gates now!" Orvyn's voice barred into my mind and I opened my eyes with a smirk, the wind reducing to a gentle breeze. I did a quick mental calculation of the time it'd take me to beat Alpha Cassian to a pulp before Orvyn interfered. The mighty mahogany double doors were thirty meters high from the ground, spanning twenty inches in width. Three long rectangular oaken poles secured the door from behind, with each weighting a whooping seven hundred pounds.

Almost done with packing the things, when the door swung open with such force that Slavador and I both looked at the door. Perfect!

I can hear nothing except my struggle to hold my breath—not even a low electric buzz. Then something clicks. A part of the metal bends inward, more lines appear on it, and then it slides off. The door is open.

Grace's POV It seems like eternity later but we made it to the house in one piece, it looks very different closer with so sign of occupants. "It looks abandoned," The smaller girl said, her voice stronger than when we talked in the house. "We can't be too sure until we check," the second girl replied. After a few seconds of rapid knocks the door opens to reveal the silhouette of a woman. We have no idea what time it is but it is quite obvious it pass midnight.

Finding her way outside a room with huge double doors, she tried to push it open but only to find that her body feels weak as if she had just lost something, someone that is the source of her strength. ‘That's weird, where did that thought come from?’ shaking her head to push the thoughts away, she tried to push the doors again till it moved sideways as if being dragged to the side. Then a long slender hand that looked pale appeared at the side of her head holding the door, and dragging it to the side. “It’s a sliding door.” a masculine deep voice that almost sounded like a demon's voice resounded just behind her, the soft and light blow of breath directed at the back of her ear, making her

CREAK. The heavy double doors of the gallery groaned. They didn't swing open; they were pushed with a slow, agonizing deliberation. A sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds outside the tower windows, cutting a pale, silver path across the floor. In that faint light, a silhouette emerged.

She couldn't let that happen. With a final surge of strength, she lunged forward, her body moving in perfect synchrony with the closing gates. It was a heart-stopping moment, a dance of speed and precision that hung in the balance. As the gap narrowed, her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the gate's underside. Time seemed to slow, every heartbeat an eternity as she slid beneath the closing barrier.