Novel & Cerita The Other Side Of The Door

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

With Skye still on my back, I paused on my spot. I stared at the door. There was no way of telling what could be behind it from where we were standing. But before I could prepare myself, mentally and physically, the door opened from the other side. “This way please,” another lady said, wearing an elegant housemaid uniform.

Emilia said following me behind to my room. As I stepped into the room, a familiar sight caught my eye—the door of the closet. Its presence triggered a rush of memories, and my mind was instantly transported back to the enigmatic door I had discovered earlier today. The echoes of the mystery still reverberated within me, and I couldn't help but be drawn to the closet door, as if it held the key to unlocking the secrets of the past.

He goes to the other side of the door and pulls out his gun. As soon as the door swings open, I step in front of the person coming through the door, "I think you have something that belongs to us, Doctor."

But two frames stood out. Because they were empty. “The Alphas of Time,” Aaron chimed in cheerfully, as if that explained anything. By the time we stopped, I found myself in front of a door. Not just any door. It was directly across from another—a larger one. My stomach twisted. Aaron sighed, pushing open the door beside me. “This’ll be yours,” he announced, flashing a bright smile that did nothing to ease my growing dread. I didn’t even need to ask. I already knew who that other door belonged to.

0. So first door was like 20. Second door 22. 21 was on the left of 20. Just directly opposite it. And just like that I walked down, hearing no noise actually. Not from the rooms. Soundproof maybe. But eventually I got to mine. "No.8" I breathed, my mind instantly wandering. "She's not...busy inside, is she? Like participating." An orgy or something wasn't happening behind this door, right? "Oh lord, please not. Please." I held the handle with hesitation, , twisting carefully after a minute. It turned, twisted, opene. And I pushed wide. Slowly at first but faster as I looked in.

And something rotten underneath it. Miranda’s grip tightened around the dagger. Then a voice spoke softly from the other side of the door. “You should run.” My blood turned ice cold instantly. Because the voice wasn’t familiar. And it definitely wasn’t human. The handle turned slowly. Miranda lunged forward immediately, shoving a heavy chair beneath it just as something slammed hard against the other side. The entire door shook violently. Another hit followed , stronger. Wood cracked sharply near the hinges. “Back window,” Miranda snapped.

Same place I used to walk into like I belonged. I stop at the edge of the light. Watch. Nobody's looking for me. Not openly. But that doesn't mean shit. I pull the gown tighter and move along the side of the building. Not the front. Never the front. The side entrance is still there. Same door. Same shit lock that never quite caught. I glance over my shoulder. Two officers are still outside, one lighting a cigarette, and another on his radio. Neither looking this way. I move. Quick. Push the door.

Kael Voss The voice on the other side of the cracked door stopped me cold. Low. Calm. Like Draven was having a normal conversation instead of sneaking through my house while my mate was in labor down the hall. I didn't think. I just moved, shoving the door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall.

He had never mentioned them before. Frank was behind me pushing me forward gently when he noticed I froze. The closer I got to the door, the bigger it got. Frank reached into his pocket smiling reassuringly at me. If the door was locked, he lived alone. I straightened myself, my confidence back when the door opened. The room was simple yet classy. 3D floorboards that made it look like I was walking on water. Plush red Chairs that formed a semicircle at the left side of the room where a plasma TV stood, best for a midnight movie.