Unbreakable Shower Doors Romane & Geschichten

Upon hearing their racket, he snapped, "Can't you hit any harder? Didn't you guys have dinner before coming here?" That only made the lackeys angrier, and they hammered the door with even more force. But his security door was built from eight inches of reinforced alloy, bulletproof and explosion-proof. Even with heavy tools, breaking through would have been tough. With nothing but primitive banging and smashing, they had no chance. After a long while, all they managed were a few scuffs and white dents in the metal paint. The door did not even bend. The thugs froze, dumbfounded.

His arm came around my shoulders firmly, positioning me out of the direct line of the door. “What are you—” The rest of my sentence died in my throat as Deucalion lifted his left leg and, with frightening precision, drove his heel straight into the door handle in a loud thud. The sound exploded down the hallway. The metal knob snapped clean off, clattering across the floor while the lock mechanism inside the heavy wood shattered with a brutal crack. My eyes widened. The door itself was reinforced—thick oak strengthened with steel lining beneath the surface. Even wolves in full shift would struggle to break it with brute force alone.

Suzanne whispered as she continued her inspection. A rainfall shower, the size of a small car, stood encased in glass, promising a deluge of warm, invigorating water. A discreetly placed control panel allowed for adjustments in temperature, pressure, and even aromatherapy infusions. Soft, plush towels, monogrammed with the owner's initials in silver thread, were neatly stacked on a heated rack. A small, waterproof screen, embedded in the wall, displayed a constantly changing stream of abstract art, a silent companion to the bathing experience.

But it was the shower that held me. Framed in glass, wall to wall, from floor to ceiling. No curtain, no frosted paneling. Just clear, seamless panes that turned the shower into a display case. Chrome fixtures glinted under the recessed lights, and the rainfall head hung low like a dark halo. I stepped closer and the layout hit me; if someone was in there, soap in their hair, water running, anyone standing at the sink would have a full view. No hiding. The glass didn’t care who was watching. It just showed.

"Mom, relatives like them are better off gone. I have inside information that a cold wave will break out tonight. It's very dangerous. We need to seal off the supermarket now. No one is allowed to open the door." My parents were skeptical, but seeing my confident demeanor and considering my assertiveness over the years, they eventually nodded. While my parents were putting things away, I walked to the supermarket entrance and silently recited, "Use the safe house conversion card." The ordinary roller shutter instantly transformed into a titanium alloy explosion-proof door. All the window glass silently became bulletproof glass, and the walls were fitted with top-of-the-line thermal and sound

In order to stay in the place, he needed to be useful and a part of being useful was to maintain his strength. He went to take a hot shower, drenching away the dirt and sweat from his long rough day of work. Closing his eyes, he tilted his face upward to let the water ran through it. The whole shower glass was covered in steam, preventing anyone from gazing at his bare figure from the outside. Though as a senior guard, he had his own bathroom in his room, the door has a large glass frame in the middle which allowed anyone to see other people's business inside.

The front door held against his heavy-handed pounding. She was only a little bit comforted by the knowledge she'd had the doors reinforced and installed kick plates. It would take a SWAT team several minutes to break through there if they ever had to, and that would take a door ram. There was no way Scott could get through that door. It didn't stop her hands from shaking as she took the kettle off the stove. "Fiona!"

After showering, I grabbed a pair of shorts from the pile, threw them on, and walked to the pack house. I could hear the maintenance crew upstairs. As I reached the top, they all bowed their heads to me. Man, they were fast. They had the door replaced with a beautiful mahogany door. “Is this thing really strong?” I asked. “Yes, Alpha, it looks like a typical wooden door but, the inside contains stainless steel. The wood is just there for looks. It is the most secure door we could find, just like you wanted.” “Thank you,” I said pulling fur hundred dollars out of my wallet. I handed each of the two crisp hundred-dollar bills. They both looked confused.

He raised his hand, his finger pointing sharply toward a towering frosted-glass double door at the far end of the suite. I swallowed the bitter sob rising in my throat. I couldn't fight him, not when the room felt this suffocatingly close. I clutched the ivory satin gown against my chest, turned on my heel, and marched toward the frosted glass, pushing the doors open to escape his lethal glare. The master bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble, heated floors, and shimmering chrome fixtures. At the center sat a sprawling, walk-in glass shower equipped with a massive rain-head fixture.

The marble floors and soft lighting is almost too much to take in. I close the door behind me, the quiet sound of the lock clicks in place in the otherwise silent room. I stand for a moment and just take in the space. The shower looks like something straight out of a magazine that is wide, open and with floor-to-ceiling glass and a rainfall showerhead. This is the kind of privacy I've craved for the longest.