What Lies Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Vincent . I didn’t mean to snoop. I saw the door open and… I couldn’t resist.” Vincent sighed, running a hand through his hair, his expression softening just slightly. “Curiosity can be dangerous, Jennifer . You’ve seen things here that you shouldn’t have.” “I won’t tell anyone,” I said quickly, trying to reassure him. “I swear, I won’t say a word.” He gave me a long look, his gaze piercing. “It’s not just about keeping it a secret. There are reasons why some things are hidden. Some doors are meant to stay closed.”

Then it was me. And I couldn't. I felt them both there, open, holding their own doors wide, looking at the one I kept shut. And every part of me that had stayed alive for three lifetimes locked it tighter. You don't open it. You don't show them the bottom. The bottom is where they find out you're nothing, and then they go, and then you're alone again, and alone is the one thing you can't live through a fourth time. "Amara." Aldric, down the bond, the same as on the slope. Not pulling. Just there. "We can feel the door. We're not going to look away from what's behind it."

You have imagined something even we cannot see. Suddenly every doorway disappeared. Every world vanished. Every sound ceased. Only one door remained. It stood directly behind Arielle. Its surface was completely black. There was no image. No prophecy. No future. Nothing. Arielle stared at it. What is behind that door? The Beginning answered. We don't know. Cassian moved beside her. Then we open it together. Arielle looked at him. Together? He took her hand. Always. Their children gathered around them.

“Isn’t the most interesting thing of all… out there?” The stakes were a chasm. Open the door, and we could be inviting in a predator that would devour every fragile, beautiful thing we’d protected. Keep it closed, and we become the very thing we fought against—a closed system, a walled garden, a silent, curated collection. We would be violating our own first principle. The knocking continued. Knock. A patient, relentless reminder. “We don’t open the door,” I said, the words coming out before I’d fully thought them. “We look through the peephole.”

I was utterly still as the doctor locked the metal door and walked past me. "Come, Iris." He said. I didn't move, my eyes pinned on the closed door. "Iris?" "What are you hiding behind that door?" I asked him in a low voice. He didn't answer and I finally looked behind my shoulder as the silence pressed between us. O'neil was fiddling with the keys as he watched me intently. "You want to see what is beyond that door?" He asked. I stared at him hard and then gave a nod.

But I had much to learn here in the city. Despite how hard everyone tried to keep to themselves, they were all gossips. Harry was getting married this weekend to a girl his mother hated. The poor girl was as nervous as a cat in a thunderstorm. Then there was Jem who was cheating on his girl with Olivia. And the Harrison’s were in the middle of a nasty divorce. But beneath the shallowness there were secrets. And plans that no one was too keen on keeping a secret. But yet they were life changing. And they had to do with my people. “Did you hear Lisa Harris’ daughter is now under investigation?”

Daniel Cole did not seem like a man who allowed locked doors to remain locked. But he looked at the photograph, then at Leah, and his voice settled into something quieter than defeat. “A locked door can be evidence, too.” The sentence entered Leah slowly. She did not know why it moved her so deeply. Perhaps because every locked door in her life had been treated as something to survive privately, something no one else could see unless she exposed herself, trying to prove it. Daniel had just said the door itself mattered. The fact that it was closed mattered. The refusal mattered.

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

As I finished my meditation and was about to went outside, a bad luck suddenly strike me. The door cannot be opened. I'm obviously locked! "Oh my god, oh my god!" I started panicking because I couldn't see my phone. How am I even gonna see it if I left it a while ago in our table! "Hello there?!" I started slamming the door non stop. "Is there anyone there? Please help me I'm locked!" I shouted loudly but the only response that I can hear is my echo.

Behind us, the guards start unlocking the door. And something inside me twists like a warning. Whatever’s behind that door… it isn’t just more cells. It’s something worse.