When God Closes One Door He Opens Another Novels & Stories

Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription: Any one of us, but remember to bow your head when you enter. Now what does it means? The last thing Van wants is to decode a riddle in the middle of an alien world. Van sees another door floating behind it. The door is identical to the first one and upon closer look it also had the same inscription. The same goes for the one in his left, the one behind him and the other one a few paces from him. “Hey, something is written on the door,” Van heard Don spoke. All the doors here might be the same, down to the cryptic inscriptions around their knockers.

And it must be true, because, after all these years, she kept it. Hugging it closer to my chest, I went back into the kitchen, sat down pouring myself another glass whiskey, ready to read the Lord's teaching. “If dad can do it, so can I...” I murmured. I opened the book, and it's randomly displaying Roman 16:20, “The God of peace will soon crush Lucifer under your feet,” I read aloud, “The grace of our Lord Jesus be with—” Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late,

I shouted, horrified. He stared at me like I had lost my mind. “Stop screaming, for the love of God!” he snapped, and rushed toward me, “I closed it to hide from the girls. Just go and open it and get out!” “Just go and open it?!” I cried out, both hands covering my mouth as I stared at him in disbelief. I looked at the ceiling for the heavens to show me just an ounce of mercy before turning my gaze back to him. “That door does not open from inside.” I said in a slow, low voice like trying to explain ABCD to a child, “Once that door is locked, it can only be opened from outside.”

"Leave. Find something tangible next time. Bring leverage or do not return.” He nods so hard I worry his head may detach, then stumbles out with the files tucked under one arm. The door shuts. I scoff. “Idiot.” Nyx resumes massaging my shoulders. "You should not worry.” I glance up. “Why not?” “Because disappointment is only the hallway before opportunity.” I blink. “You already planned something else, didn’t you?” She smiles at my reflection. “When one door escapes your hand, another usually arrives carrying its own key.”

And what did they mean by unlocking the door to my true destiny? As if sensing my curiosity, the figure smiled faintly, their eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom. “This key will unveil the path that has been waiting for you all along,” they whispered, their voice carrying a melody that resonated deep within my soul. “But remember, dear one, destiny is not always a predetermined destination. It is a journey—a tapestry woven by your choices and the whispers of your heart.”

I was taking deep breaths with tears streaming down my eyes. Please help me, God. As if my prayers were answered, suddenly the door opened—a door which I hadn't even noticed until now. It was like the color of the room, so no one would ever be able to guess where the door was. I felt like I was caged inside a large box.

PREVIEW : AFTER SOME TIME Knock knock !! “who is there” “ Please open the door Gauri “ “ What are you doing here “ “I can’t open the door please leave “ “Gauri try to understand my car is broken in the middle of the way “ “Please open the door, the weather is not good “ “ for god's sake open the door “ “I can’t open the door “ “ I have already called the mechanic, due to the weather there is time to repair it “

“I want to believe that. I really do. But believing means opening the door to getting wrecked.” We drove in silence for a few moments. Then he said, “You ever read those choose-your-own-adventure books?” I frowned. “Uh. Yeah? When I was ten.” “Well, this is one of those moments. You’re on a page that says ‘Turn to 78 if you keep running, turn to 122 if you go knock on that door.’ The thing is, only one of those paths gets you to the happy ending. But you don’t get to read ahead.”

"Why?" Don looked at him. "Because understanding it closes the last door," he said. "The door I am still not entirely through. The one that is — not about anger, not about grief, but about the incomprehensibility of it. How a person looks at two people who love each other and sees a portfolio opportunity." He breathed. "Understanding doesn't excuse it. But it closes the door. And I want the door closed."

She held Nikoleta's face in her arms and wiped her tears. How could an angel like her give birth to a total idiot like Darius? That was the question that Astrid kept asking herself. “But thank you for staying.” Nikoleta stood up, getting ready to leave. “Oh, and Astrid?” She called out, making Astrid raise a questioning brow. “Yes?” “If you can't take it anymore, feel free to walk away. You can't figure a person out if there are no openings. If he doesn't give you an opening, find your exit.” She walked away.