Door Knob Confessions Novels & Stories

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

“For him. For Nate. For everything I was supposed to protect.” A pause. Then the confession lands like a blade. “But I can’t anymore.” The room feels smaller. Closer. Wrong and right all tangled together until I can’t tell the difference. “And if I cross this line,” he adds, staring at me like I’m the only thing holding him upright, “there’s no going back.” A sharp knock suddenly hits the door. Once. Then again harder. We both freeze. Theo doesn’t move. Neither do I. And from the other side of the door, a familiar voice cuts through the silence:

Finally, I have the wrench in my hands, and I am looking at his door to destroy it since he doesn't want to open it. I slowly walk as I play the wrench in my hands and pose like hitting a baseball to smash the knob. I am looking at the knob murderously while thinking that no one can stop me now. Then a moment after, when I am about to hit it, the door suddenly opens, and it makes me halt as Kofi glares at me. I look at the wrench in my hands and immediately hide it on my back. "Are you planning to destroy my door?" Kofi crosses his arms as his brows furrow, looking at me with deathly stares.

"Well, don't let it ruin your breakfast. You haven't taken a single bite of your toast." She was right. My plate of toast sat cold and untouched on the table, and worse, every bite I managed to swallow twisted in tight knots within my stomach, making it more difficult to get the food down. I pulled my phone halfway out of my pocket, tucking it the shadows beneath the counter to hide it from prying eyes, and checked the lockscreen again. 10:15 AM And there was no new notification. ~ During the noon confessionals, I kept my phone pressed flat against my thigh beneath my vestments. My heart lurched sickened every time the screen blinked out a low battery warning and the words faded away.

Seconds ticked by as I laid under the bed, hiding from the unknown monster standing on the other side, waiting for me to make any mistakes. I already did make a mistake. By trusting all of them. The doorknob jingled once, too slowly and quietly to make any audible crack in the thick atmosphere but when the knob didn't turn around to satisfactorily unlock the door, a rage fuelled uproar came from the other side as the person started ramming his body on the door, trying to break through it.

When she didn't see anyone behind her, she fixed her gaze back to the lady who had an unperturbed look on her face. “Wait for a second, who the fuck are you?” Connor twisted the doorknob as he poked his head inside as his heart pounded in his ear with different thoughts racing through his mind. He carefully closed the door that creaked open slowly as his palm calloused and his jaw clenched.

What an inconvenient way to hide something. The salelady seemed to be ignorant of what was happening in front of her. Four men were distracting her, asking the names of each potted plant in front of them. They were using their big bodies to obscure her vision while the others had already entered. However, just when Raeya thought they could enter into the inner room, one man kept on twisting the doorknob. It wouldn't budge or open. For a few minutes, they just stayed glued on the doorknob. They even took turns inserting the key.

I held on to the door knob for a bit trying to check how tight it was and how easy it would be breaking it off. After a couple of seconds, I stepped away from the door with my eyes locked on it. And then, I walked close to the door holding on to the door knob as I had the knob bent completely. I could feel Alexa taking over from this point as the knob stretched and stretched. And finally, It opened. I was excited when I had the knob ripped off it’s locks, but then I knew I had Liam and the others to respond to afterwards for what I had done. I moved over to the bed as I had on my flip flops, rolling my hair up in a bun.

Chloe's nervous gaze was fixated on the door knob, she saw it rotate as the person behind the door turned it , bracing herself for whatever that might happen. They door flipped open revealing the disheveled Nita

I wondered if it had anything to do with him, but I didn't have the energy to chase that thread down. We reached my door, and Victor slowed beside me. "You okay?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Yeah. Just a bit tired," I said, fishing out my keys. I reached for the handle without thinking—just wanting to be inside, wanting the noise to stop. But something was... wrong. My hand recoiled the instant it touched the doorknob. It was Wet. Slimy. Wrong. I looked. And froze. Hanging off the knob was a used condom—filled to the brim, dangling like some kind of sick, perverted ornament. I'd touched it.