Novel & Cerita Dear Door Chapter 1

Hi! This chapter is could be a trigger warning for some people so please proceed with caution. I'm sorry if anyone has to go through anything like this. Feedback is always appreciated! BYE!!! - - - Charlotte POV: I listened carefully to the world outside my bedroom. I was curled up in my pathetic excuse for a bed, my gaze piercing at the old wooden door that barely blocked anything that came into its path. After years of abuse to the door, it was barely holding onto its hinges. As if it was trying to grasp the last bit of reality it can before tearing down. It's once incredible brown lost its luster to a splinted, aging cedar color. The door stood as a mask of protection, but just like me, i

she gasped, clutching the pillows until her knuckles turned white. ​The first strike landed with a sharp, echoing crack. * Immediately the first strike landed, I gasped. No matter how many times I read this chapter. The feeling is always the same. Having met Adrian and being attracted to him isn't even helping matters. Someone knocked on the door, pulling me out of the sensual trance for a minute. I got off the bed and went to open it to see the same maid who asked what I would like to eat. She walked in and placed a tray on the table, on top was a bowl of fruit and a glass of water.

He said. “I have one but it’s already chapter one.” I said hesitantly. “Read it for me, please…” *Cataclysm Chapter 01 I'm walking on the hallway of the school to pay the books I need. Everyone is busy talking to their old friends, some for their newfound friends and what makes me agitated is it seems someone is following me and it seems someone is watching me every corner of the school. It makes me feel uneasy. ---

And it terrified him more than anything ever will. *** Hi dear readers. How was the Chapter everyone? Hope you all liked it. xoxo

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

The moment Ivan heard my name, surprise, sorrow, and reluctance flashed through his eyes. Then, he slowly released my arm. I guessed he must have heard my name before. The one Don Pushkin had mentioned, the woman about to become his future sister-in-law. While he stood there lost in thought, I quietly pushed open the door and left the record shop. It was one of the properties that had been part of my mother's wedding gift. But I felt no joy from my success.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

Because when Aria showed Lena pictures, Lena smiled. The automobile took a turn down a thinner street between foreboding office buildings and hip cafés. There, as if hidden treasure, was a two-story red-brick structure painted a gentle, muted sage green. Above the door hung a wooden sign that read **Chapter & Soul**, the lettering hand-painted in gold leaf, corners slightly worn away. It looked nothing like the world her father ruled—cold steel and towering glass. It looked like something out of a fairytale. And to Aria, it was.

💋Addicted To You💋 [Once Upon A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Authoress Kamara B. Blake . Chapter Thirty Eight😘 . 📍Chloe Houston📍 The doorbell ringing distracted me from what I was doing. I let my hair fall down and walk out of the room heading towards the main entrance. I went to the main door and opened it to see Lucas by the doorstep. I closed it back and exhaled before opening it again.

The hallway lights flickered one by one, illuminating the corridor in weak yellow pulses. The new door had no knob. No lock. No hinges. Just smooth white wood. At its center was the crown-and-claw symbol. Burned black. Damien stepped in front of me. The symbol darkened. The door shuddered. Then the hallway whispered. “Not him.” Damien froze. I looked at him. “That one I heard.” “So did I.” Good. Bad. Both. I stepped around him. He caught my arm. “Lena.”