Dear Door Yaoi Novels & Stories

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:

Maybe she doesn't even care. "Bro, you're dumbfounded there again. We know that Aya is watching over you now and we also know that if you're together she won't like you crying," Dean said as he took the Black Label out of the refrigerator and then put it into three glasses. Suddenly Yohan handed me a small piece of paper. "Where did you get this?" I asked yohan while pouring wine into the glass. "I saw the one with the door glued to you because I barely saw your name," Yohan said while eating the sisig.

*It’s a door, don’t call it a rectangular board* While I’m like... *Isn’t it a rectangle and isn’t it a f*cking board?* Lmao...I swear I’m mad🤣😭 Anyways hotness overload🥵🔥I’m so hard right now. P.S— I’m a girl...lol!

Sakura couldn’t help but ask, arranging the seafood properly on the platter so they wouldn’t fall when she carried them out. Ms. Ruka giggled and then said, “If we have time, I will certainly suggest to Tachibana-sensei to do an extra photo shoot. There are some scenes I think Tachibana-sensei would definitely approve, though they wouldn’t be suitable for the magazine.” Akira raised a brow and said, “I can already guess what they are.” Jane, curious, asked Akira, “What are they?” Akira, being rather blunt, said, “Guys doing hot and naughty things together. In Japan, it’s call Yaoi. It’s Ms. Ruka’s favorite form of literature.” She even winked.

How could I ever fight back? I didn't need to be informed about what might happen, I already knew something was about to unfold again and that only made my heart ache in pain. The car door slowly pushed open and Damian stepped out, Damian is the Beta to the Alpha of our pack, he was still as breathtaking as always, in his corporate suit, with his muscular broad build.

His words sent a shiver through me. We reached a steel door at the end of the hall, half-collapsed but still intact. Strange symbols were etched into its surface—lines and circles that pulsed faintly when my hand hovered near them. Damien noticed. “It’s reacting to you.” I hesitated. “I don’t want to touch it.” “Kayla,” he said gently, “if we’re going to stop what’s inside you, we need to know what’s behind that door.” I took a deep breath and pressed my palm against the metal. The air crackled instantly. Light shot through the markings, the entire door vibrating before it slowly slid open with a low hiss.

I was ready to give up and try some other way to get pussy for the night. But just then there was a gentle tap at my door. It was so feint that I barely heard the noise. I cracked open the door, and there was my little Japanese friend. I smiled and opened the door wide. He smiled and bowed. I smiled and bowed. And then he tried to talk, “You, me see.” “You, me see.” And as he spoke he pointed down to my trousers. “You, me see,” he repeated a few more times. “Berry size.” “Berry beeg.” “O.K” “O.K.”

It was pure disgust and the fact that Arlette truly walked away from me. A rasp knock came on the door and I frowned, knowing who was the door already. One of my brother, or both of them at the same time. I didn’t care, I just wanted to be alone right now. When I didn’t answer the door, I forceful knock came in harder. “Matteo? Fucking open the door,” I hear Dante’s voice and he didn’t seem happy at all. “I want to be left alone,” I grunt out from the other side of the room and that makes the knocks come in harder, this time, Dante’s voice is replaced by Rafe’s voice.

The door creaks open under my hand and the first thing I see is Luca, lounging in a chair like he owns the place, with a deck of cards spread across the table in front of him. He doesn’t even glance up right away, just flips a card, stacks it, then finally lifts his eyes at me. “About time,” he mutters. My gaze drops past him as I notice Lian on the carpet, with her wrists tied while blood seeps through the bindings. Her face is blotchy from what I assume is crying and her eyes are swollen and glassy but they're empty and fixed on nothing. Next to her lies a single sheet of paper, making me raise my brows in question.

I wanted to keep arguing, but we’d reached his room, and he pushed the door open with a grunt. His bedroom door creaked open, and I hesitated for a second before stepping in after him. It was nothing like I expected. The place was surprisingly neat, with a dark blue comforter stretched across the bed, a couple of framed pictures on the dresser, and a sleek black desk pushed up against the wall with his laptop and a few scattered textbooks on it. What really caught my eye however were the posters. There were almost a dozen colorful anime posters. There was one for Naruto, One Piece, and even Death Note tucked in the corner with the picture of some evil looking monster glaring down at me. "Wow