Unbreakable Shower Doors Novels & Stories

“I swear if this thing tells me a knock-knock joke—” “Knock knock,” the system said. I shut the door in disbelief, laughing so hard my towel nearly slipped. I stepped into the master bathroom with a towel clutched to my chest, staring at the sleek, touch-sensitive shower panel like it was a spaceship control board. “Why does it have five buttons for just water?” I mumbled. I poked one. The shower panel blinked. “Good evening, Luna Maggie. Would you like a calming rainforest simulation or volcanic mist mode?”

Which…helped perk the morning wood back to life in me. I retreated to my room, only to remember, shit, my sister had invaded it. I wouldn’t be able to shower with the bathroom door open as I liked. Since moving out on my own with a bathroom connected to my bedroom, I had discovered I hated showering with the door closed. It made me feel claustrophobic, so I rarely ever closed it.

It stands out beautifully in contrast to the black floors. On the other side of the room was a shower big enough to fit six people. Why does someone need such a large shower? I walked over to the shower to turn it on and my jaw fit the floor. There are shower heads all over the walls and the ceilings, the only place that didn't have shower heads is the long glass wall that has three doors on it. I looked around for the water nobs to turn the shower on but I couldn't find them anywhere. I felt along the walls for a hidden chamber or something but it was flat solid black and white tile. I looked on the wall on the outside of the shower and found a small tv screen.

This is not even considered a bathroom, just a less than one square meter place on a shower head, relying on a half-encircled wooden door separating a dozen bathing points, not even a shower curtain. The wooden door was designed to barely cover the parts of the bath below the waist and above the knees, and the wooden door had rotted to the point that fingers with a little force could poke a hole, and there were potholes everywhere. There is almost no difference between this sheltered and uncovered. Not to mention that if there are only a dozen shower spots, the real shower comes in as many people as there are now, so won't there be several people waiting around when a person is washing.

I don’t have the luxury of showing weaknesses. “Then I shall go take a shower now.” She pushed me to stand up and I let her go. After a few minutes I followed her to the ensuite. I know she will call for my assistance. The shower system I have installed activates with my voice. This is to prevent anyone from entering here and use what is mine. “Umm, Atticus? How does this thing work?”

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.

How? My atoms panicked and I ran into the bedroom. My eyes flashed all over the floor for something. Where are my clothes? I raked my matted hair upwards as I racked my brain. Bloody hell! There was no time to bring anything with me when I shifted. My hands dropped, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Having no choice, I went to the lavish bathroom and locked the door. It was an open-plan double shower and bath with pivoting glass doors and the tub tucked under the wrap-around windows. Double showerheads were on opposite sides of the self-contained washroom. An all-white mix of finishes was warmed by brass fixtures and glamorous LED backlighting around the vaulted ceiling.

One connects to my walk-in closet, the other to the bathroom. The door to the balcony was shut as usual. Since I was a young child, my father and Uncle Raven have drilled this lesson into me. The bulletproof glass used in this home's windows is due to this. Setting it up costs a fortune, but nothing can be taken for granted when you lead a life as perilous as ours. After teaching me to be wary of them, Uncle Raven should not have brought this killer carrying me in his arms. This shouldn't be the case. Ethan helped me stand so I could lock the door. To maintain my balance, I push away from him and lean against the wall because the object still vibrates inside me and urges me to have additiona

He shook his head and resumed attack on the steel door, but paused when he heard it again, this time louder. He stopped and slowed his breathing, focusing on trying to hear what that sound was and where it was coming from. He waited for a minute and was about to give up, when he heard the cries again and this time he knew exactly who it was. “My boys, something is wrong with my pups. God damnit Shaid I will kill you if you hurt them!” Shadow said as he half shifted and rammed his entire body into the door, determined to break through it. “You want be able to break through the door, this house may be over five hundred years old but the alpha replaced all the doors with reinforced steel making