Unbreakable Shower Doors Novels & Stories

he said, holding out his hand. Emma followed him into the bathroom and sat against the sink as she waited for him to get the water the temperature he wanted. The shower was one of those walkthrough types, a tiled section of the room that didn't have a shower curtain or a door, it simply consisted of four walls broken by two entrances at either end of the front wall. The showerheads were on the far left, three of them positioned in such a way that they could drench a person from head to toe without the necessity of movement.

The master bathroom is larger than my entire apartment in Manhattan, a monolithic sanctuary of heated black granite, dark tinted glass, and brushed gold fixtures. Under the dim, amber glow of the emergency backup lights, the space looks incredibly luxurious and incredibly wicked. I drop the damp cashmere blanket onto a velvet bench and step into the massive walk-in rainfall shower. The low-voltage security lockdown has done something to the digital control panel; the smart-glass walls that are supposed to tint to pitch-black are completely translucent, leaving the entire shower visible to the bedroom. Worse, when I push on the heavy glass door, the electronic lock makes a frantic clicking so

Mirrored doors reflect light and add space, creating the illusion of more space. The en suite bathroom lies just beyond the closet, separated by a pocket door. Large square floor tiles in light gray are complemented in the walk-in shower lined with subway tiles. The countertop and sink are made of crisp white porcelain, which complements the chrome and glass finishes on the shower trim and hardware. A large frameless mirror gives the illusion of a larger space, while a soft gray area rug provides a plush plushness underfoot.

Now we can add a smashed lamp in the living room, a broken dining chair, and the bedroom door. Seriously that door broke so quickly while we fucked against it. When we get a place together that’s not some apartment, we need more robust doors and furniture. And maybe a shower that doesn’t have a curtain and isn’t a tub combo. Just little mental notes for our future. Yesterday was the last day of Isis’ heat, and it seems everyone knows it. It’s the only explanation I have that someone is pounding on my front door. Or at least they’re accounting for her heat being over.

the door consisted of two large floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of a massive custom-made four-poster bed. The view was amazing. There was a small walkway and flower bed that bordered the edge of a cliff giving way to the valley. On the wall above the bed between the windows was a picture of the view from the look out of the moon’s reflection on the lake. The one Reed and Lucas had shown me the first night I was here. To the right of the door was a large three-person couch placed in front of a fireplace with a TV mounted above it. It looked like the perfect place to cuddle and watch a movie. To the left were two doors. The first was a large walk-in closet. The other was a large custo

I took us through the massive living area and into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind us. The bathroom was huge, gleaming white tiles covered the walls while polished, white speckled black tiles lined the floor. In one corner was a large glass cylinder that held the shower, and while it wasn't as big as the one my parents had, it should still house four people comfortably. Two wide showerheads hung side by side and the tiled wall had half a dozen jet sprays sticking out. I spied the two stainless steel grab bars that were fixed to the tiled wall on either side of the jet sprays. I'd have to bring Tori here sometime, maybe Hayley too.

The floor and walls were polished black tiles, a huge bathtub sat in the corner of the room that could easily fit six people—then if you squeezed in tight. Next to the tub was a counter running the length of the room with two large mirrors fastened to the wall, hanging over two bowls, set into the wooden counter that acted as sinks. A toilet was in the opposite corner of the bathtub and it even had a privacy curtain that was pulled open. But what caught my attention was the glass wall that ran the entire length of the final wall. A door opened on one end and through the frosty glass I could make out three huge shower heads hanging from the ceiling and what looked to be jets along the tiled w

Julian pulled her toward a seamless, floor-to-ceiling column of polished basalt near the dressing room. "Julian, the main doors—" "The main doors are dead-bolted under twenty tons of pneumatic pressure. They won't try the doors; they will blow the glass or cut through the drywall," he interrupted cleanly. He pressed his hand against a specific grain in the stone column. A low, pneumatic hiss sounded—a completely analog, counter-weighted mechanism that required no electricity. A narrow vertical slab of the basalt slid backward, revealing a dark, claustrophobic shaft containing a steel utility ladder.

The double doors of the house was as fancy as the rest of it. Thick mahogany, brass knobs polished to perfection, and two panels of the most intricate stained glass art depicting the baptism of Jesus Christ. It was the grandest opening to a residence Kat had ever seen, but the fact that they were slightly ajar made her stomach constrict with apprehension.

All he needed and wanted was a miracle and that miracle included Jayda forgiving and accepting him in her life and the baby's life. Talking three steps further into his bedroom, the doorbell rang again. This time, he could tell someone was truly at the door. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, then went to answer the door. He was sure whoever was at his door was related to him. His security wouldn't allow just any person to approach his apartment; especially at this hour of the night. Sebastian's mouth went dry as soon as he came face to face with the last person he thought would be at his door.