Dear Door Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

And I already knew that I was going to have the time of my life. With that thought, I lulled myself to sleep. _---------_----------_------ That's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. The Garbas will soon make an entrance don't worry. Plea Vote on this chapter, Comment and Share. All my love😘

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

The sound of my doorbell makes me stand up to see who it was. "Who is it?" I ask when I am almost at the door. "Andre," He says as soon as I twist the doorknob. Sorry for the long wait Guess who just clocked 17! I'm so happy How was this chapter? Little question; How would you all feel if I have this book locked? Will you buy the chapters? please I need your comments on this one. Updates won't be very regular but as soon as it's September updates will be everyday ❤❤

With a smile, I drop the board and move from the bed, slipping my hands into my pocket as I stride out of my room and down the path that leads to the living room. I'm pacing in the direction of the kitchen, only to stop at the sound of the knocks at the door and I halt my steps, wondering who it could be. "Eva. " The name falls from my mouth and my heart speeds in my chest as I hurry to the door. Opening the door, I'm welcomed with the sight of a big smile. "Missed me?" ~ A big, giant thanks to you all for the kind and encouraging words from yesterday's chapter. They truly warm my heart>.<

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

Resipicius was gone. The Door remained for a second longer, pulsing once, as if swallowing its guest. Then, it collapsed in on itself, vanishing as if it had never been there. The hut was empty. The silence broke as the wind outside resumed its howling. The fire crackled back to life, casting shadows on the mud wall that was once again solid, unbroken, and silent.

I opened the door of the room and met and met an angry Roman looking at me, glaring at me. * How do you like this chapter?

But before I could close my eyes I saw a light coming through the door where three men hurriedly running toward us. “ ren! Are you okay?’ “ dude!” “ miss are you okay?” -=-=-=-=-=- end of chapter 12 -=-=-=-

**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** Dream Adea He told me he would be here, that’s what his letter had said. I didn’t look out the window, I felt defeated, instead, I dropped my chin and focused on the cold floors. The skirt was a royal blue that matched the ribbons. My fingers danced at the top of my skirt and my breath came out shuttered.

Mom wakes from a coma, but the nurse stops me at the ICU entrance because she has asked to see my younger sister. I think Mom has just woken up and doesn't understand what's going on, so I quickly explain that I'm her older daughter and have been taking care of her these past few days. The nurse tells me Mom already knows. Mom was in a car accident a week ago. The moment I got the call at work, I rushed to the hospital before I even had time to request leave. I sign the paperwork, pay the bills, call in every favor I can, and find the best surgeon available. For seven days, I don't go home once. I sleep on a folding cot in the hallway when I'm exhausted, barely manage to eat, and