Unbreakable Shower Doors Novels & Stories

I was pretty sure that the curtains would open up to the view of the ocean. The shower was enclosed separately with glass from floor to ceiling. Inside, I could see that its walls and floors were made of white tiles. I made a three-sixty turn and admired Nicholas’ handicraft in this. He really was a great architect. I would hire him to design my house someday… if I can still afford him, that is. I stripped out of Nicholas’ shirt, peeled off my underwear and stepped inside the shower. I looked around. There was no shower head and no shower levers. Instead, one of the tiles in front of me had a black screen embedded in it. I was guessing this was touchscreen.

Even the towels hung up on the towel wrack by the shower are green, like the color of seaweed. After I completely strip down, I make my way over to the shower. The shower looks kike it's made entirely of Blue Ballet colored glass, it looks glorious on the outside. The shower door has a wave-like design on the front of it. I grab the handle, pull the door open, and step inside. I turned on the shower, and stood under the warm waterfall coming down in front of me. The warm water instantly relaxes my muscles as it makes its way down my back, allowing myself to relax and calm my

Taking the steps three at a time. By the time she caught up to me I was already behind my bedroom door locking it. She smashed into the wood door with a loud grunt. I cracked up laughing knowing that the door hurt her more than she hurt it. All the doors around the house are reinforced solid oak doors made specially for our supernatural strength. There has only been one to break down one of these doors and that was HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED. Her little fist pounded on the door. I ignored her giving the misconception of being mad at her.

I said to him as I rushed in. I had no problem going in since the gate and front door was left opened. As I entered the living room, Nina was nowhere to be found. Glass were shattered everywhere, flower vase broken and other things were out of place. "Nina" I called as I opened the fourth room in a row, Where could she be. "Am in here" I heard a faint voice from where I assumed to be the bathroom and as I entered the room my guess was right. I rushed to her as I sighted her hand which was covered in blood "what the hell happened in here?" I asked her as I took the first aid which was laying on the floor.

Brady’s POV With the added security, no matter how hard they tried or how strongwilled they were, the door was built with the best security measures. It’d take at least an hour to break down such a door. The door to the cabin was an in-built door layered with aluminum alloy and steel plates, featuring four hinges. Steel doors are more challenging to steal down. The glazing was impenetrable, with an added layer of cherry, oak, and mahogany.

The tears wrecked me, and those cruel words wrecked my being. Still I could never bring myself to regret why I'd done this, why I'd made this choice. I could bear the pain of his words, I could take in anything, till he was satisfied. The door opened, and before I could wipe the tears away. Rin came in. She stared at me, and proceeded to lock the door. "What are you doing? She rolled her eyes. " Rin..I .." "Of course, I see it, she interrupted" I wiped the tears away.

Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, hoping the cascade of warm water could wash away the whirlwind of emotions the evening had brought. The glass doors of my walk-in shower gleamed under the bathroom's ambient lighting. Its contemporary design made it one of the highlights of my penthouse, with walls covered in dark, luxurious slate tiles and an oversized rain showerhead hanging from the ceiling. There were also multiple jets on the sides, designed to provide a complete surround experience, allowing water to hit from every angle.

I lock the front door, double-check the kids’ rooms, and head straight for the master bathroom. The en-suite is my sanctuary: white marble, soft recessed lighting, a rainfall showerhead I rarely use because it’s too gentle. But tonight, I’m not here for gentle. I’m here for the handheld. That sleek, chrome wand with the adjustable dial—seven settings, from mist to massage. I’ve used it to rinse shampoo a thousand times. Tonight, it’s going to ruin me.

She takes a step closer, and she is nearly scared to death as the glass door suddenly slides open. They have motion sensors that open and close the house's doors. But she is so awestruck by the sheer size and luxurious elegance of the bathroom. Janiya’s eyes were wide; her brain let her feet move of their own accord into the toilet. The door closed behind her. The bathroom seems bigger than Janiya’s whole apartment. Not only did it have a large sunken bathtub with a fancy faucet set, but it also had a large walk-in closet. Along the side of the bathtub was a walk-in shower with three large showerheads and a built-in seat.

A simple chrome faucet is mounted on the wall on the medium-grey tiles above the bathtub. The upper walls are painted a soft white and above the tub, two framed black and white artworks hung, each frame with black frames. Across the vanity and beside the door is a glass enclosed shower area with a clear glass partition. The shower walls are covered in large, matte dark grey tiles and a chrome rainfall showerhead is mounted high on the wall, paired with a minimalist control handle below. Besides the shower is a recessed toilet area, partially enclosed for privacy, accessed through a white sliding door that is currently open, revealing a standard white toilet inside a softly lit nook. The wall