Dear Door Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 60 -ELAINE- It was a cozy Saturday afternoon. I was nestled into the couch, a steaming cup of tea in hand, soft jazz floating through the air, and a half-read novel resting lazily on my lap. Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door, sending a jolt of excitement through me. I smiled, anticipating Duncan’s arrival. Maybe he’d forgotten his keys, or perhaps he couldn’t wait to be with me. Sliding into my socks, I moved towards the door, my heart racing with anticipation. But when I opened it, my smile vanished.

Dare The morning sun springs up in the sky, I sit on the sofa in the living room staring at a door that catches my view. I had given her just one rule, never step out of the room without my permission. I have no idea why I want her to defy me, why I want her to open that door and step out. Ofcourse I would feel good about punishing her, a little gore play doesn’t hurt. The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face.

he said urgently while grabbing my arm. “I know that you have your memory. I remember your favorite tea, your fear of the dark, and the mole between your legs.” Janna showed up at the door. “The aircraft is ready for your immediate departure, Ms. Mancini.” I turned around, not casting another glance at the photos. “You still don’t get it,” I spoke to the air. Yet, the words were meant for Vincent, who was behind me. “I have never planned on remembering who you are right from the start.”

I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze in return. I slumped down on the sofa and popped another chocolate in my mouth. Before I had a chance to get comfortable there was a knock at the door. The assistant walked in “all ready? Follow me then” She led us down the corridor. The floor was sloping downwards and the gap between the ceiling and floor getting gradually wider. My body was trembling with excitement. I held Dan’s hand tightly as we walked. We came to a stop outside a gigantic metal door. I could hear the sound of rumbling from within. Nothing could have prepared me for what was behind the door.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 120: What the First Page Said The sound of the unlocking click echoed far beyond the Threshold. It moved through the folding horizon. Through the silent Pillars. Through every layer of the dream. A single sound. A single permission. And then the first page turned. Nobody touched it. Nobody stood inside the room. Yet the page moved slowly on its own. As though an unseen hand had been waiting centuries for that moment. The projection sharpened.

‘I hate you,’ she cursed in her mind, but the state of her body was far from the state of her mind. How did she allow herself to get touched by the very man that she hated most? How? Why did her body react to him, why? Her pussy chimed now, needy more than she could accept. Soon, a knock came on the door, but Kira was too shy to open it. “I am not interested!” she yelled loud enough for the person by the door to hear. “Your food is ready, ma’am. Mr. Thorne asked me to send it in.” “I am not hungry now!” Kira yelled at the top of her voice, and the air went completely still.

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

But as the survivors began to cheer, and the Iron Vault soldiers threw their caps into the air, a shadow fell over the beach. It wasn't a parachute. It wasn't a drone. It was a **Door**. A single, free-standing door of polished mahogany, sitting right in the middle of the sand. It looked exactly like the door to my father’s office in the 1998 simulation. And from the other side of the door, I heard the sound of a typewriter. *Click. Click. Ding.* "He's not gone," I breathed, standing up. "Elara, wait," Silas warned, his hand on my shoulder. "That door... it shouldn't be here. The system is dead."

the alpha who hates me chapter 11 I could feel my legs going weak as I approached the door ,I didn't know why my legs was going weak ,I knew that something was waiting in store for me "Keep walking witch , don't keep the. alpha waiting "the guard Barked at me angrily and I nodded my head and gave him that apologetic look and he just looked at me In disgust . I nodded my head and just looked away .

Her arrival creates another assurance for victory. I only hope my new assurance dosent end misused as others. ** I gaze deeply at my entrance door. Am really impatient for it her entrance. A broken door is my expectations. Nothing below. And am freaking right. Her firsr kick breaks a deep hole through my door. The next breaks it's attachment to the wall. The door finally falls into my room. My rescurer finally appears. She slowly step forward. "Mom!" I whisper. I smile and chuckle.