Asmara Di Balik Pintu Novels & Stories

Amara's pov "OK Amara you can do it! Inhale, exhale. Inhale and exhale. Now push!" I said to myself as a mantra placing my hand on the handle of the door which clearly said. "Push". "Are you going to give birth or what just push the damn door Amara! There are people after us and they really don't want to wait till you push it. See they look like they wanted to kill us." Ashton said irritatingly not wanting to witness my rehearsals to push the door of the restaurant.

"Very well. Do what you must. But be swift—the party is about to begin." He turned and left the room, his men following closely behind. Asmada remained standing before her mirror, tracing her fingertips over her reflection. "Enjoy your night, little wolf," she whispered, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "It will be your last." Then, with a final glance at herself, she turned on her heel and strode confidently out of the chamber, ready to put her plan into motion.

Enjoy your day!!! Sound of the door opened and closed. Two of the housemaid in Ashar's house drove inside a very big and beautiful two travelling bags and rolling them to the main living room with smiles on their face. Few seconds later, door opened and closed. Ashar, his mother and Iqmat's mother entered looked at everywhere in the house and sat down on the chair.

“I always come back for what’s mine.” The door sealed shut behind him. Amara was alone. And somewhere in the building… Someone was hunting her.

This time, the voice was different. Cold. Calculated. Lorenzo. “He thinks he’s hiding her. He doesn’t see I’m already inside.” Amara’s spine stiffened. “He was here. Inside the palace.” “Or still is,” Cassian muttered. Scene Eight – The Door That Locks From Inside At the far corner of the chamber, a second exit. The lock? It only latched from the inside. A panic route. Or a hunting trail. Amara stared. “What if he’s still using it?”

The smell of smoke filled the backyard while flames curled hungrily around paper and melting crayon wax. Behind him, Zara stood silently in the doorway. “You made Mama angry,” she whispered. Arman turned sharply. “What?” Tears filled Zara’s eyes slowly. “She says the trees remember everything.” The wind shifted suddenly. Jasmine flooded the air. Arman grabbed Zara immediately and pulled her inside, locking every door and window in the house. But fear had already entered with them. The following week, Arman attempted returning to work properly again. At that point, he could use anything that resembled the life he used to have.

Ashina screams, "Someone is there? Who is there? said Conri. Conri enters the bathroom and sees that no one was present at the moment. Conri said it is your fear you no need to worry. I think we should leave the place. Okay says Ashina and she is kissed by Conri. While leaving the house, one of the servants comes in and tells me." Master, we have heard that Amarok has fled from the kingdom. Conri is confused, how is it possible? Master when you were on your honeymoon Amarok on that night was provided with dinner and we left him in the locker and there the next morning we saw that she was extremely we took him out and gave him proper medication. After the medication, the jail was then cleaned

“Retreated? No! They’re simply lagging behind. I am but the vanguard of a much larger force coming to destroy you.” Meanwhile, Master Aram and Ishida had arrived at their destination. The master sage rested his cane on the cabin’s front porch and proceeded to knock on the front door. “Who is it?” Came the voice of a middle-aged woman. “Open the door and you’ll see,” Master Aram replied. “Aram? Is that you?” “You’ll find out once you open the door.” There was the sound of the jingling of keys. Moments later, the door swung open.

"What more can I do?" "I can help you cross the magic undetected, show you the way to the cabin in which you were born. There is a hand mirror inside it. Get it to me and I'll unlock all the secrets." Amara’s words hang in the air like a knife suspended by a thread. The fire pops, the sound sharp and too loud, and for a heartbeat, all I can hear is the rush of my own blood pounding in my ears. My grip tightens on the chair’s armrest until my fingers ache. Safire is a low snarl inside me, her silver form pacing just at the edges of my mind. "Don’t," she warns. "Don’t go where she’s trying to lead you. Some doors stay closed for a reason."

There were no replies to messages from Deka or Anjani. Knock Arsya turned towards the door, got up and opened the knocked door. Holding his breath, his eyes stared intently at Anjani who was standing in front of the boarding door, smiling sweetly. Instead of welcoming, Arsya closed the door again. Adjusting his irregular breathing, slapping his face means waking him up from this dream. However, it turns out that the pain you feel is not a dream. “Crazy! I miss her so much! That I are hallucinating like this!” said Arsya grabbing his hair in frustration.