Unbreakable Shower Doors Novels & Stories

And pull. I walk to the door. Look at it. Should be made of reinforced steel or concrete, with a keypad for entry. The door is recessed into the wall, making it nearly impossible to break down with special seals around the edges to make them airtight, in case of a gas or chemical attack. This very one is designed to be impenetrable and has bulletproof glass windows for added security. So I don't waste my bullets. I tap the codes on the keypad, wait for the green light, and the hiss, then walk into the soundproofed room. ***********

Gabriel says with a grin. Next Gabriel shows our bedroom which had a double door and balcony and a large walk-in closet. The shower in the master bath is still being re-tiled but Gabriel shows me the special shower heads he is having installed including the one for enemas. He says the bathrooms in our bedroom and in Rachelle’s came equipped with bidets already and he is keeping them. But the next space he shows us is unusual.

I wasn't overly surprised when Krista joined me a minute later. We have one of those high tech open showers, huge, with a single large translucent glass wall opposite the shower heads. Short L-shaped sides do a remarkably good job of stopping the water from getting all over the bathroom. There was a bench along the one solid wall, with recessed openings for storage. It had two overhead spray heads, and six wall-mounted spray heads. One simple controller on the wall, allowed you to select from about a dozen standard configurations. If you hadn't figured it out by now, I'm a tech-head, and loved all the devices I had access to through my business. I worked with hundreds of high-tech companies,

“Go to the third floor. Everyone run, damn it. They are breaking into the building. I won’t hit the secondary emergency doors until the last minute but move it.” She released the button and wrenched open the emergency panel box under the com system. On the second and third floors were steel doors for the stairwells, the elevator, and there were also steel shutters that would cover the windows. It was a last-ditch emergency resort in case the lower floor was breached after lockdown. The interior doors that divided the levels were ten inches thick, weighed thousands of pounds, and the exterior shutters were bomb proof. They would also seal off the floors inside the elevator shaft.

Pulling open one of the doors, I step into an en suite bathroom that almost makes me gasp. The bathroom is enormous, bathed in soft, warm lighting. Two marble sinks sit on either side of a long vanity, each with its own backlit mirror, perfect for someone who likes to take their time getting ready. The shower is a glass enclosure that stretches across the far wall, with a rainfall showerhead hanging from the ceiling and built-in body jets for full coverage. Opposite the shower, a freestanding bathtub sits beneath a large window, its sculptural curves adding an artistic touch to the room. Everything is in shades of white and gray marble, pristine and gleaming.

“Never.” Slamming the wardrobe shut, she locked the door from inside, then stripped quickly and stepped into the bathroom. The hot water washed the grime and exhaustion from her skin, but it did nothing to cleanse the sense of violation hanging in the air. She scrubbed until her skin burned, her teeth clenched, her mind repeating one thought like a prayer: Williams will find me.

He threw on his shoes and took off his clothes for a hot shower. The shower alone has a panel with more than a hundred options you can choose to regulate water temperature, pressure, soaps, shampoos, scents, oils, and massaging sponges. The shower was not a closed room made of bricks or concrete. It comprised glass, exposing the view of the city. While taking a hot shower in this chilly weather, placing his hands on the glass walls, he can enjoy his dictatorship while being nude at the city’s top. After an exposing shower, he came to his gigantic closet carrying thousands of masterpiece clothes and shoes.

The bathroom was more like an extravagant suite, with two separate showers, two huge bathtubs and two stalls with porcelain toilets in them. The duo of showers, each enclosed in transparent glass, stood tall and elegant, promising the allure of a cleansing ritual under the steady cascade of water. The sleek surfaces of the showers gleamed, catching the soft light that played upon the intricate patterns adorning the walls. The patterns, reminiscent of ancient artistry, added an element of mystique to the room.

I say, stepping into the shower, and closing the glass door in his face. The shower is huge and could easily fit 6 people inside it. It’s done in black marble tile, with a bench on one of the walls. The hot water hits my body as Euan growls low in his throat, making the corners of my lips twitch up in a small smile. I hear the door to the shower open as I tip my head back into the stream of water, my eyes closed, and Euan’s scent engulfs me in the steam from the shower.

I closed the door, then made my way over to the shower. The Unrban's had an unique taste in decorating their house. It was normal, but at the same time different. Their shower was an Olive green with gold sprinkled here and there. The floor was a white marble tile, and their sink matched it. Gold cabinet knobs, gold toilet paper holder... Gold shower rings, and a fluffy rug the same color as the walls. Different, but normal.