When God Shuts A Door Novels & Stories

All she needs is just to close her eyes and sleep. George noticed her lack of interest and he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, he sighed when he saw how tightly she closed her eyes and groaned, “what is going on, Irene? Why are avoiding me these days? What is going on? Don't I attract you any more, or do I have a smell you don't like? I have only made love to you twice in the past two months now. How are we going to have babies if I don't touch you? Or do you still need some time? Speak to me, honey, I am dying in silence.”

The best explanation I would accept now was I could by lying in the hospital somewhere with my 55-year-old body, in a state of deep unconsciousness because of the injury I received either from being hit by the car or the accident in the construction area, and my mind was wandering in my past, hoping it had really changed. “Stop overthinking, Selene,” he chuckled. “I may be blind, but I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing. I can smell your worries.” “The door?” I insisted again. I had to know about it. “The door is a gift. Have you heard of that saying? When one door closes, another opens.” He asked, grinning at me. “You looked at the closed door for a long time with many regrets that

“Then why are you wondering the earth, aimlessly?” “Because;” she smiled, “Heaven isn’t ready to open its doors. Not until He opens the seventh seal.” The knowledge that Ava learned had caused her to stumble back onto the stone tomb behind her. She was having a hard time breathing after the realization had hit her. Heaven was not ready to open its doors. As she looked around, she had a feeling that those doors would be able to open soon. If she had to judge by several spirits that she was able to see.

Jane’s eyes looked at her for a few seconds and then turned to look at the man. "Let her go." The man laughed. "Let you go and not insist on staying and want to be a hero?" Jane still did not answer him but repeated the words earlier. "Let her go." His acquaintances know how to look at Jane so indifferently but everyone knows that deep inside him is a religious person, with hatred, the words he said will never exceed three times. If someone who is lucky enough to be repeated three times by Jane, it is also determined to be medium. But later people witnessed someone hugging a girl in their lap asking her for forgiveness.

“But. But no one has ever chosen him.” Noah stepped a step closer. His voice was rough. “Say it.” Emil swallowed. His little body trembled as if the memory itself was too heavy. “If the door goes back voluntarily, the sea closes.” I was freezing. I knew before he spoke. Of course I knew. He looked at me. Right. His eyes were shining with tears. “Mama is the door.” Silence. Not even the sea moved. Noah immediately shook his head. Once. Hard.

But she’d never understand the truth. The door doesn’t open for power. It opens for truth and unity. And we are united. I closed my eyes. Because I knew,whatever the Door asked for… I wouldn’t be giving it alone. Morwen thought she was the storm. But she is mistaken. I am the eyes and the key. And when the final hour came… We’d walk through the Door with no stress.

The door you opened between worlds is not the only door. This one was the largest and the most uncertain. I had opened the channel fully on the night of the Remembering. Had spoken the true name. Had been present when the fracture in the Foundation closed and the void returned to its original nature and the Moon Goddess and her counterpart acknowledged each other across four centuries of wound. That had been a door. But there was another one. Closed since before the wound. Closed longer than four hundred years. Closed long enough that its existence had been forgotten by everyone except apparently the Moon Goddess herself and whatever was on the other side of it.

The heavy metallic door clicked shut, its echo reverberating through the dimly lit corridor, a chilling finality that made Cathleen's skin prickle with unease. As it thudded closed, it seemed to sever her connection to the outside world, plunging her into Xavier's enigmatic realm. The sound of the latch sliding into place signaled an irrevocable commitment to whatever awaited inside. The door itself was a formidable barrier, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to whisper stories of past encounters within these walls. Each scratch and dent told a silent tale of secrets and desires hidden behind its imposing facade.

None of it had been wrong or dishonest or without its own genuine warmth. And still. Standing on the landing of this house at midnight, the real world a forty-minute car ride behind me, the amber light steady and present at the end of the east corridor, I understood something I had been not-understanding for two weeks with impressive dedication: No door that you open for the purpose of not-thinking-about-something will ever be substantial enough to do that job. The door has to be for itself. I had always known this, technically.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.