The Other Side Of The Door Novels & Stories

While this guy beside me uses his power to absorb the things that could throw in his direction. And when we passed through it at the end of the hallway desert was another door again. “Fuck this I have enough of this door I swear I don't want to see a door anymore” I hissed. Kleanor laughed… “Don't worry You're not the only one hating that door”

“The closet is the escape plan?” Ternen looked about as confused as Rick did. I laughed. “Just follow me.” I walked into the closet and they all followed. “Close the door behind us, Ternen, please.” “Okay.” I heard the door shut before I opened the next door, and then the one on the other side. “You have a door that leads to a door?” Abby giggled. “I do. Do you want to know why?” I asked, still using the other door to block their view.

The only blessing I can see is that she has her own quarters - if you can even call it that. I make a left turn, following her scent until I reach the door. From the other side, I can hear the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat and the soft sound of her breathing. I cautiously try the door handle, only to discover that it’s locked. Releasing a sigh, I quickly scan the surroundings to ensure no one is nearby before quietly slipping through the door to the other side. I truly dislike doing this; it’s an incredibly uncomfortable sensation. However, it serves its purpose when I need it.

"The last door was white with blood splattered all over it. I could just be the design but where ever I am, it could be anything." A knock interrupts me from the other side. The door slightly opens as a hand appears wrapping around the edge of the door frame and pushing the door open slightly. I can see what appears to be the top of something's head appear to peek in on me, we make eye contact as it quickly pulls away slamming the door shut.

There were five doors on the left-hand side, and only one on the right-hand side with two double doors that had the same Black Alpha Wolf sculpted on the front door, and I knew immediately that it belonged to Aiden. Just thinking about his name made my heart skip a beat. I knew nothing about the guy, but it already seemed like I was hooked, which is ridiculous. He was not mine, and he was probably still downstairs exchanging saliva with that slu- Rebecca. I managed to stop myself from degrading another girl because of a man, again. It was fucken hard though. "Ready?" Roseline shouted, and I realised they had already left my side, leaving me standing near the first door, lost in my thoughts.

I walked beside her in silence, each step carrying the weight of my doubts and insecurities. We arrived at Maya's room, and she gently pushed the door open, inviting me inside. As we crossed the threshold, Maya's deliberate movement caught my attention. With a graceful motion, she closed the door behind us, shutting out the outside world. The soft click of the door latching resonated in the room, creating a sense of privacy and security. It was a small yet significant gesture, an unspoken reassurance that I could trust her with my vulnerability.

But the last words from the ‘vision’ echo louder than their steps: Someone else is holding the door.

The door didn’t open right away. I grabbed the handle and pulled. Nothing. Locked. Of course. The room flickered harder now, the hum breaking into sharp bursts that felt like pressure inside my skull. Behind me, the other version of me didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just watched. Waiting. “You said I need to leave,” I said without turning back. “So open it.” Silence. Then. “It doesn’t open from here.” My jaw tightened. “Then how?”

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

The room was dimly lit, I was pushed against the door as my face was pressing against the hard surface of the door. “Long time no see, I should end you now I have this opportunity in my fingers,” a familiar husky voice said behind me.