The Big Door Prize Novel Novels & Stories

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

He informed me. “His wife?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied. “How is she related to me?” I asked in need of clarification. “She’s not.” He answered. “Then?” “His wife is in prison, for theft and burglary.” He told me as I rolled my eyes in frustration. “I’m confused. What’s her name?” I asked him. “Clarissa Comtino. Known as Big Mama there.” He stated. “Big Mama…” “She’s been there for two years now.” He added.

It is beautiful in an old, historical kind of way. We walk up to a steel metal door, with a code on the door to unlock it. Ryan punches in the code and the door clicks. We walk in to find a tall, very large man with grey hair, and casual clothing sitting in front of yet another door. He is reading a book titled, ‘Till We Meet Again.’ I laughed silently to myself at the ridiculous irony of the situation. You really can’t judge a book by it’s cover. “I’m just here to go check your guy’s stock in the bar,” Josh explains to the large man.

" He asked me, I walk inside the mansion, I shook my head, as I moved heading to the door; I knock on the huge door and after five minutes, I heard a voice ask me to come in; I held my bag on both of my hand; I open the door slowly; I meet a man seated at the chair, he is faced with a huge piano. "Good evening sir, I greeted him; I'm looking for Muna?" I said to him; the man is strangely staring at my dress; I felt weird, he later brought out his hand and said; “My daughter is in her bedroom, third door at your right!" The man said; he pointed at the exact door, I saw the door; the red door. While all the doors were red, the only thing that differentiated Muna's door from the others are the

Fred asks. "I was just eager to live and love,” David answers honestly. We are standing in Alpha Charles's master bedroom. I can’t say that I’m surprised that the bookcase is in fact a doorway. When David slides the bookshelf across the wall, it reveals a heavy metal door. He uses his handprint to unlock the door. As the door opens, I’m shocked to see a large prison cell made of silver bars, across the walls, floor, and roof. The amount of silver in this hidden cell makes Nate uneasy and I can feel him struggling to stay forth. Inside the cell, is a limp and lifeless body. I’ve failed. Will Eve forgive me?

I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze in return. I slumped down on the sofa and popped another chocolate in my mouth. Before I had a chance to get comfortable there was a knock at the door. The assistant walked in “all ready? Follow me then” She led us down the corridor. The floor was sloping downwards and the gap between the ceiling and floor getting gradually wider. My body was trembling with excitement. I held Dan’s hand tightly as we walked. We came to a stop outside a gigantic metal door. I could hear the sound of rumbling from within. Nothing could have prepared me for what was behind the door.

He asked me, I walk inside the mansion, I shook my head, as I moved heading to the door; I knock on the huge door and after five minutes, I heard a voice ask me to come in; I held my bag on both of my hand; I open the door slowly; I meet a man seated at the chair, he is faced with a huge piano. "Good evening sir, I greeted him; I'm looking for Muna?" I said to him; the man is strangely staring at my dress; I felt weird, he later brought out his hand and said; “My daughter is in her bedroom, third door at your right!" The man said; he pointed at the exact door, I saw the door; the red door. While all the doors were red, the only thing that differentiated Gena's door from the others are the gl

Was this some kind of elaborate game he played to test my purpose? The truth was, I didn’t trust him or anyone in this place. But as we turned a corner and approached a large, polished door, I felt the air change. The guard pushed the door open, revealing a room that left me stunned. It was probably the biggest I’d ever been in. The walls were a pale, mild cream, with decorative, crossed wooden beams on the ceiling. A big chandelier with those crystal teardrop things hung from above in the middle, giving off soft warmth all around.

He was going to be harder to convince. The place where he was strange. It seemed like we were underground. They were like stone tunnels. At least it was not hot, although with the dress she was wearing it was beginning to feel cold. My creeps gave a hint of the latter. There were many doors and none were numbered. I wondered if they were wrong going to any of those rooms. For me, all doors were absolutely the same. They had no distinction between one and the other. The one we entered there was a slight difference. The door was bigger. Much larger. Inside was a huge tan-colored man. Beside him were a stretcher and a tattoo needle. That didn't look good.