Door Duisternis Tot Licht

"If it's destiny... I would rather choose to die... than to not have you love me back." ........... "Why him...?", Anna shook Mia's shoulder. "It only has to be him.", Mia firmly replied. "Are you aware of what you are doing...? Are you sure what you are throwing yourself into...?", Anna shouted. "I'm willing though.", her words left her lips. ................. "Now...are you still willing...?", Anna questioned. "I...I...though I can make him love me...for the whole 3 years...h...he...", Mia's voice trembled as she couldn't speak anymore. "Mia...you are not that helpless 20 years girl anymore...you have right to choose your happiness...leave that damn family of yours too...I will be your family.", Anna hugged her. ................ "Why do you want a divorce now...?", He was still the same...unbothered. His handsome face and heavenly features just remained as distant as he was before. His hair was combed perfectly taking her breath to see the view in front of her...but her heart was broken beyond to admire the view in front. Memories jolted her... Been 3 years...never once he cared for her...but on their wedding anniversary...he came back late...as she was waiting for him like she always did...but before she could realize...He scooped her in his arms as she walked upstairs to the bedroom she never dared to enter. The butler and his wife were left speechless seeing what just happened. Upstairs. He pinned her to the door, he stared at the sparkling eyes that stared at him...her beautiful fairy face was in shock. His throat felt dry...as his right thumb moved recklessly on her trembling lips. He gulped down the saliva after a sigh...he leaned towards her as his lips touched her collarbone... which made her tremble... ..........

Luke is an events organizer and moved to Maiami, receiving the best job offer. He had nothing to complain about, if he hadn't had the misfortune of having a neighbor who they met didn't like each other. Jackson is a painter, who lives next door and is convinced. To make matters worse, she met up with the man who broke her heart and left her at the altar, Dereck. She, thinking it would be the most peaceful change of her last years, realized that it was more complicated than she imagined. Even though Luke feels attracted to Jackson, he won't admit it and will do anything not to fall in love, but he will manage to live with Jackson in an indifferent way.

"Martin, you're getting married within two weeks. What are you going to do about the woman outside?" Stacy Lynd paused at those words, even as a man answered indifferently, "Just keep your mouth shut. She won't know if none of you breathe a word." Behind the door, Stacy's tears blurred her vision. Never did she expect that the man she loved for years was going to treat her like a side chick. At that point, she truly understood, and went on to burn her accounts. It was not until afterward that Stacy realized she wasn't the one who couldn't get over that doomed relationship.

He pushed me to the wall and quickly guided me with both hands so that I couldn't escape "You are going no where, you can't escape from me today. I must have you, your body and soul is mine!" "please stop this, I have a boyfriend!". "Boyfriend? From today onwards, I will be the only one to make love to you". He tore the front part of my dress, revealing my bra that was holding my huge firm breasts in place. I attempted to cover up myself and run away but his grip on my hands was too strong. I kicked him at his manhood area and he was weakened and finally, I could escape. But as I ran to the door and tried to open it, I realized that it was locked with its key removed!!

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."

Harper wakes up in an a room not her own. In a body that doesn't belong to her. In skin that feels all but foreign to her. She feels as though she is being hosted inside a young girl and is at the center of something gone wrong. But what? What do you do when you wake up not only in an unknown location but you have no memories of where you are, how you got there, why you're here or who you are? All you know is that deep down you're not this person and you need to GET OUT! Confused, and trying hard to remember something about her past she is struggling just to gathering the energy to piece together the room and its' contents. Trapped in a room with no windows, a small bathroom with just a toilet, a sink and a black door in the center if the room. With each day, she is losing more and more of her memory. Will she escape the room? If she does, will she know remember who she is? Will, her soulmate Rowan be able to rescue her in time, or will the Black Suits learn her secrets, break her down for good and use her powers to aid the government's objectives.

My grandfather is hit by a car, and his skull is shattered. I take the driver to court. That's when I find out my husband, Stuart Creed, who was supposedly abroad on a business trip, is suddenly at the hospital. He looks at me coldly and snaps, "Do you have any idea how important Maddy’s valedictorian announcement is? Her future can't be ruined by some car accident! Drop the case right now, or I'll cut off all your credit cards and have your grandfather kicked out of the VIP ward!" He slams the door and storms out. Before that, he snarls, "Come home when you agree. Until then, forget about calling yourself Mrs. Creed!" While I'm out desperately trying to gather money for my grandfather's surgery, a team of lawyers contacts me. Turns out the patent my grandfather once authorized to Creed Group has expired. And now, I'm the new legal owner.