Novel & Cerita The Big Door Prize Novel

He sent a glare my way and I returned it with equal fervor. Sighing, he walked ahead and I followed silently behind, humming softly to myself. We stopped in front of brown double mahogany doors, the intricate design of C. that was carved onto the brass handles caught my eye. Cruz raised his balled fist and knocked twice on the door. I heard a barely audible come in, then he twisted the curved handles of the door and pushed it open. If the endless rows of books stacked on high shelves didn't overwhelm me, I'd blame it on the intense Topaz eyes watching me from across the room.

“But why don’t we go see your friends first? I’ll be happy to answer your questions, if I can, on the way.” He sidled past his desk to the door behind it, got out his jangling bunch of keys and chose the biggest one. He put it in the keyhole, turned it with a loud click and then spun the large wheel in the middle of the door. He slowly pulled the heavy door open. A warm blast of air hit me in the face. “This way, if you please.” On the other side of the door was a bridge lit by glowing stones set in the handrail. Either side of us hung a vast darkness. From beneath us rose an unexpected noise — I concentrated, trying to identify it — like far off thunder or a distant waterfall.

The doors are directly in front of the secretary desk but of course, there is a reasonable distance between the desk and the door. The doors are so smooth with only two square design on them; one square on each side and have I mentioned that the doors are really large? William pulled the right hand door's steel silver handle and went in, leaving me outside. I looked around me again, at this whole floor. It's really big, now that I looked at it. I went quickly towards the door and I pulled the same handle William had pulled. I expected it to open but it did not even budge. I pulled it with so much force and it finally started to open slowly. What the eff!

That was the only one different because it was red, far from the dirty white color doors. “Please, open the door for us,” Noah told him. He didn’t complain, and he opened the door. The room was not big. There was a sofa in the middle and bookshelves in two corners. The sofa faces the glass box where the golden crown was located. He just stared at the golden crown because he couldn’t feel anything about it, and he didn’t hesitate to enter.

But the arrows kept going. So I followed them. The hallway stretched longer than it should have, quiet and endless, until the path finally stopped at the very end. Two doors stood facing each other. I froze. The first door read: Prince Riot. My hand trembled slightly. The second door read: Princess Althea. Everything inside me stilled. “I…” My voice faltered. “I’m going to have a daughter.” The words felt fragile, unreal, and impossibly beautiful. I turned slowly toward Chaos.

"If we can't own the story, nobody can read it." The timer on the screen changed from ten minutes to ten seconds. "Bryan, the gate!" I grabbed Elle and ran toward the back of the room. We reached the final door, but it was locked with a giant electronic bolt. The man in the suit started to laugh. "You're trapped! We all go down together!" But the door didn't stay shut. A hand reached through the metal from the other side. A hand made of solid, black ink. The door was ripped off its hinges. Standing there was the boy with the pen, but he was twenty feet tall and his eyes were full of stars.

A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting golden light across the polished floor. Portraits of old men covered the walls, all with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Their painted gazes seemed to follow me. My heart nearly stopped when we reached the end of the hallway and stopped in front of a large door. Frey excused himself and asked me to knock. I didn't. I just stood there, begging him with my eyes not to leave. After few minutes, the large door creaked open. “Come in.” My breath hitched up at the sound of his voice. slowly my limbs moved on their own. I cursed underneath my breath as I stepped across the threshold, into my own hell.

Inspector Kim hastens her steps as she spots two flickers of light from far away. There are only two lamps on either side of a big, mahogany door at the end of the tunnel. Inspector Kim lightly touched the door. Creak. The door slowly opened. Inspector Kim was startled. She expected the door to be locked. What is this weird situation? This place seemed to eagerly welcome her. How come the owner didn't secure the door? What if an intruder break into the room? There's must be a huge secret behind this big door, right, guys?

There is no joy in his touch , there is no laughter , no happiness , no love and no passion ; instead all I feel is a touch of emptiness. We walk up to a giant wooden door – unlike the door at my father’s kingdom , this door has no appeal to it. There is no special design , there is no engraved patterns , no splash of colour ; the only thing that it does have is steel…lots and lots of steel and metal. The metal runs all around the door frame , while a big lion head of metal sticks out from the door. Though it was just a door and just a door design , I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.

Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.” Shawn took in a deep breath and started eating. Mrs Wright raised a brow as she looked at him and thought, ‘Prince Aldridge will have his hands full with this one.’ * Shawn arrived at his chamber and pushed the doors open. His eyes widened in disbelief, before him were five naked women standing at the foot of his bed with their heads lowered. “Wha, what’s happening here?” Shawn asked. The servant on standby curtsied and said with a bow of her head, “Master Aldridge has bought these women from the brothel. None of them