Asmara Di Balik Pintu Novels & Stories

"GET OUT!" The scream tore from my throat. Eric flinched. Finally. Finally he understood. There was nothing left to say. Slowly, he nodded. There was disappointment written all over his face. "Goodbye, Asma." I turned towards the hallway. "Just get out before I do something to you." For several seconds he simply looked at me. Then he turned around and walked away. I watched him disappear. The moment he vanished from sight, I slammed the door shut. Hard.

Her eyes swept over our unit before landing on me with a dangerous, knowing smile. ​"You came too late," she said smoothly. ​My chest constricted tightly. "Where is Amara?" ​The warrior's smile faded into stone. "With her mother." ​The blood drained from my face. "What?" ​She turned toward the massive stone gate, which had begun to grind open with a sound like thunder. "She has finally come home." ​AMARA'S POV

. There are three guards inside the doorway. One of them is bound to notice. Lets try the next door. Same thing, three more guards. Ugh. Ok around to the far side. Not much cover here. Head out to the edge of the brush there. Under the brush, there are guards on the wall behind you. Very quietly. We are near the vampire camp. No go on this side. There are groups of vampires hanging around the doors on this side. The last place to try is the front door. I doubt that one will be accessible either." Amaris said this last more to her audience standing in back of the truck than to the fox. "Lets see what we have. There is no one there. All the guards have rushed to the gate for

Aramis crept closer, trying to peer inside, but the window was closed. Aramis had barely opened the plywood door when a cold metal object pressed against her forehead. "Well, well, well. Look at this. I thought who was sneaking around, but it was the mouse, Winter." The sweat that had begun to drip down Aramis' forehead had nothing to do with the hot weather but with a gun that was now being pointed at him. "Wait. Wait a minute. I don't mean anything bad to you. I— I want to talk. Just that."

There was a lot of her chest, a lot she needed to get off. After she had paid the cabdriver and alighted from the car, she stood in front of the house for approximately ten minutes. She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she rapped on the metal. Finally, she banged her fist on the gate as hard as she could. Not long after, the gateman opened the gate, his expression curious. Nazmeera didn't say anything to him as she walked into the compound. Even for a second, she didn't stop walking, until she had finally reached the door to Mr. Idris' room. She didn't bother knocking. She saw absolutely no need for politeness. He didn't deserve it. With a force, she pushed open the door and to her surpri

Amara grabbed her headset, then closed the door to the room she shared with some of her cousins. She was the only one in there, for now, and it would stay like that for at least an hour. She had her time to Skype Asher, her cousin back in Morocco. Even though they spoke in Arabic, and hardly any of her cousins even had a partial grasp on the language, the closed door made her feel better, more secure in talking. It rang, and before long she saw her cousin's face briefly freeze on the screen before moving again. "Hello!" he said cheerfully, waving.

“Let her wait.” He wanted to see how far she would go. After the Guests Left – The Summoning The last of the guests finally trickled out, their business concluded, their deals secured or denied. Rafael remained where he was, watching as the hall emptied, the air still thick with the scent of wealth and power. Only then did he nod to one of his men. “Bring her in.” Amara was on the verge of collapse when the gates finally opened for her. Her legs barely carried her forward as two men escorted her inside. She shivered violently, her body too weak to hide the exhaustion anymore.