Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

Blood on the Floorboards The second door slammed somewhere deeper in the house. The sound rolled through Frost Ridge like a warning. Then everything went still. Not peaceful. Not empty. Listening. Damien stood between me and the open bedroom door, shoulders rigid, claws still out, blood drying down the side of his torn shirt. For one second, neither of us moved. The journal stayed open in my hands. The words still burned silver across the page. WHAT BLOOD LOCKED, LOVE WILL OPEN.

He said to me ferociously. I took two steps to my right, as he was thwarting my way, then I walked forward toward the door. I was in a hurry to get away from him, that when I reached the door I quickly opened and walked in. I took a deep breath, then I turned, holy crap, there were five interviewers and their eyes were widened by the sight of me. For a moment there I had forgotten about my negligée, I kept dragging my dress down, hoping it would touch my knees, but that was a dream.

he teased, nodding toward the mysterious door she had often pondered about. Anna nodded, her heart beating faster with excitement. “Yes,” she whispered, her smile matching his. “Come on, let’s see,” Xavier said with a playful giggle, taking her hand as they headed toward the closet together, anticipation building between them. Xavier gently took Anna by the hand, leading her toward the closet door that had always piqued her curiosity. As he opened it, a soft glow from within greeted her, and she stepped inside, her breath catching in awe. The closet was transformed into a beautifully intimate space, filled with carefully arranged pictures of her, surrounded by flowers and sweet-smelling cand

The air around her became even more oppressive. No one dared to stop them. No one dared to stand in their way. Roman Adler didn't ask for permission. Roman Adler didn't explain his decisions. Roman Adler just took what he wanted. He pushed open a side door with ease. And, without letting go of her, he pulled her inside. The door closed behind them. The sound was a dull thud that marked her sentence. Absolute silence. Hot air. And she, trapped with him. The room was small. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls. A mahogany desk. A leather sofa. Very little air.

“You injured me but you’ve also sent me home so that evens things up. I’m not grateful to you. See you. Actually, no. See you never!” There was an evident coldness in her voice. She shut the door behind her and limped toward the bedroom. A heavy feeling weighed on his chest as he looked at the closed door. Christina heard the creaking of floorboards downstairs as soon as she laid down on the bed. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as the noise faded away. Then, she felt relieved. If she had already decided to let go, she should not entertain high hopes that he would still guard by the door through the night, just like the old times.

What if he wants me to move out of the room? He breathed deeply as he grabbed onto the door knob tightly. A bitter smile appeared on his face as he thought, 'rejected or not, there's really nothing to lose.' And as the door opens, he finds Yuji sitting on their couch and was thinking deeply. When he noticed Toma opened the door, his eyes widens, looking like he's still not prepared to face him either. It got awkward real fast when the two just froze and stare at each other. 'Come on, say something!' Toma though to himself.

He's s her open up the side, trying to explain himself. Eva went home and cried so hard until she's asleep. So many things are running through her mind. She couldn't wrap her head around the idea that he was cheating on her. Feeling so much heartache, Eva went home and locked her door. Then she went straight to bed and cried even harder. After a while of crying, Eva loud knock outside her door. She stood up and opened only to Jack. "Eva—" but just slammed the door shut. "Eva! Open the door, please!" Jack begged. "If you will not open this, I will kick it open!" She stopped walking away from the door. Contemplating if Jack was serious. Then she decided to open it finally.

But the door creaked open anyway, and the scent of Shumukh by The Spirit of Dubai filled the room like a ghost I couldn't outrun. I turned my head abruptly, my breath catching as I saw Dominic, his frame casting a long shadow across my room. I inhaled sharply, quickly wiping my face, "Leave me alone." "I wish I could," His voice was steady. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. My fingers curled into my sheets, "Can I have a moment to be miserable in peace?" "No." I let out an exhausted sigh, finally looking up at him, "Can you at least pretend to respect boundaries?"

Dominik doesn't seem to pay much attention to all this, so he confidently walks to the living room interior, approaching the bar counter near the couches, grabbing a bottle of liquor to pour into a glass. "Are you going to stay there all night?" Dominik suddenly asks me: "Close the door." Because of how surprised I was to see that beautiful place, I couldn't help but stay at the door of the suite, looking at everything very carefully, admiring that beautiful place from one side to the other to observe all the details. But as it was obvious, when Dominik realizes that I am still at the door, in a demanding and aggressive way he orders me to enter the suite and close the door. Pursing my lips

The alpha Don was actively claiming his territory. Roman slid his callused hand from my jaw down to the delicate lace collar of my garment. The heavy steel shutters clicked one final time, locking their mechanical gears into a permanent, fortified position. "The perimeter is sealed, Cora," Roman whispered, his sternum pressing heavily against mine. "For the next twelve hours, the exterior world is irrelevant. There is only the physical reality of what I execute on this bed."