The Doors Of Eden Novels & Stories

Each turn, each step, seemed deliberate, and I realized that this was his true domain, a place where he was destined to reign. As we made our way through the corridor, guards stood at attention, their eyes fixed on him with utmost respect. Edward, in turn, gave them a brief nod, his gaze unwavering until we arrived at a magnificent wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. The design was truly awe-inspiring, depicting intertwining vines, blooming flowers, and fierce beasts, each detail telling its captivating tale.

Then left. Eden stared at the door long after he was gone. She didn't know if she should cry or scream. But she knew one thing for sure. She would stay

What the fuck? Mom was nervous as hell. Dad and I exchanged a look, because it wasn't often we saw that shit and I was starting to wonder why the hell my mom, who was the reigning queen of Eden would be this nervous. Dad just shook his head and muttered something about 'women', under his breath. We both followed our women in and stood in the doorway looking in. You see the thing is, mom doesn't act this way around anyone else except dad and I and Marisa.

They were so confident that the universe would bend to their will as the stock market always had. But the Door was not a machine you could force. It had a will. It had a memory. It was an ancient, intelligent phenomenon that had waited a hundred years for the King and his General. It had accepted the raw Uwezo and the emotional Hekima it required to bridge the dimensions. It had no need for parasites. It had no tolerance for the small-minded men who built cages of glass and steel to hide from the rain. Just as the first man’s fingertips—a billionaire with manicured nails and a frantic scream on his lips—brushed the violet surface, the Door blinked.

Like all hallways and stairs that I have trod in Eden, everything seems long and unending until you see a speck of light or dot of darkness. The landing up the stairs has a massive wall again. The same one Samuel pushed open to reveal a door. My brother pressed his shoulder to the wall while still carrying my father. A door magically open and they entered inside. When they entered the space, it led to arches leading to a beautiful garden.

Eden waits for Oliver's mum to park her car and politely invites them inside the building. He quickly texts Harvey that he brought guests. "Papa, can we play video games?" asks Leo. "Sure," Eden holds his hand as they walk in the corridor. They can hear Rebecca's heals echo behind them. They stand in front of the door, and Leo looks at his dad with confusion because he rang the door instead of typing the lock password. When the door opens, Eden winks at Leo and lets him go in first.

I smile at the thought of his mother once being here, that her long gone magic has been waiting for her return. As we reach the top there is a huge golden door with Dragon’s flying on it in all different directions. Vulcan places his hand on the pad that sits on the right hand side of the door. The huge door groans as it begins to open dust from years of being closed floats in all directions. The minute the door is fully open and we can see inside the room I gasp in shock as Denu smirks.

At the third knock, the door was opened with Maya's face evident of anger as she wondered who was at the door and was disturbing them at that time of the morning. The frown on her face suddenly turned to curiosity as she sighted Eden. “Who is at the door?” Her mother questioned. “He is in love with me!” Eden wrapped her arms around her friend's neck happily.

The door burst open, and in came Eden who looked like she was inches from showing someone the true definition of hell on earth. Her eyes… were glowing an enigmatic shade of blue, something like blue current crackling from her being. Excitement and awe blossomed inside of me. The sight of her caused my cock to stir in my pants. She was raging, and I just couldn’t wait to see her exploding into tiny little fireworks.

Eden huffed, setting her plate down and shooting Tessa a glare before stomping off toward the door. As Eden walked across the living room, the bell stopped ringing. She paused, one hand on the knob. “Seriously?” She muttered under her breath. “Did they already leave?” She opened the door cautiously; the crisp San Francisco air greeted her. But there was no one there. The front step was empty. She stepped out onto the porch, her loose white tee fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes swept left and right—no courier, no neighbor, nothing. “Well, it looks like whoever it was didn’t have the patience to wait,” she murmured, sighing. She turned to go back inside when something caught her eye; somethin