Door Knob Confessions Novels & Stories

Instead, my knees completely buckled. I didn't march him to the door. My hands were shaking so violently I couldn't even grab his arm. The crushing weight of his confession—of his dark, terrifying betrayal—was a roaring fire inside my chest, burning away every drop of logic I possessed. I dropped straight to my knees on the cold hardwood floor right between his spread thighs. He raised a single, dark brow down at me, his expression shifting from mocking arrogance to deep, quiet surprise. ‘’Lyric—’’

Anderson breathed out, turning his face away. Katherine turned to the door and tried again, applying all her might as she pulled and pulled until she staggered back. Gaining momentum, Katherine stared into her palm and found the door knob in it, pulled out from the door. Her jaw dropped and she turned to Anderson, who in turn had just turned to her, wondering why she was suddenly quiet, and curious if she had truly gone to carry out her threat. His gaze strolled down to her palm and he found the door knob resting on it.

Peanuts’ ears shot up, and a low growl rumbled in his chest but I clamped a hand over his muzzle again, and didn’t answer. Then slowly the doorknob turned but the door didn’t open because I had locked it. Silence. For a few long, terrifying seconds, there was nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and Peanuts’ quiet, nervous panting against my palm. Then Clara spoke again. “How much did you hear?”

CHARLOTTE I stared at the knob in my hand, the metal cool against my fingers. Reigh’s words were still sinking in. My gaze shifted to the door, where the splintered wood and broken latch revealed the damage I had done. Slowly, I loosened my grip, and the knob clattered to the floor with an echo that seemed louder than it should have been. I raised a hand to my neck, fingers brushing over my skin as though searching for answers. “I don’t know how it happened,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She loved contingency plans that didn’t ask permission. My phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: She won’t make it past the east wing alone. I typed back without thinking. Me: Who are you? The reply came instantly. Unknown Number: Someone who already lost a child once. My breath caught. That wasn’t a threat. It was a confession. 07:58 I stepped into the hidden corridor. The panel sealed behind me, cutting off the conference room, the screens, the countdown—everything except the echo of my own footsteps.

A soft knock sounded against the door behind him, followed by the creak of wood as it opened without waiting for permission. “Wow,” Alfie’s voice filled the room with casual amusement. “You didn’t even bother to lock the door. Either you’ve become incredibly trusting overnight, or you’re hoping someone comes in here and puts you out of your misery.” Nick turned to Alfie. “If the last option is on the table, I’d take it in a blink of an eye.”

I nodded, though something cold curled tight in my stomach at the thought of walking willingly toward a man who'd survived a fire meant to kill him, a man patient enough to spend decades proving that patience always outlasts fear. Ronan appeared in the doorway behind us, his expression carrying news I could already tell wouldn't be good. "There's a problem," he said. "Garrick just confessed to something none of us expected."

making me smile. Writer's POV A handsome figure clad in a black dress sat at the corner of a beautiful room , playing his keyboard with his eyes closed when a knock came in. He opened his eyes , still playing his keyboard and the door creaked open revealing one of his bodyguard. ” Sir news has reached us that a confessor has been found in Diamond’s high ” the bodyguard said and the figure stopped playing the keyboard at once. At the mention of the word ‘confessor’ his eyes turned red and his heart began to beat faster. The memories of her sister came running into his head. ” Prepare everything I need I leave for American by noon ” he said. His cold voice… . . . Alaina's POV. Twas noon and l

"Yes, of course. You're right, Sir." "You may leave." I was just about to. "Yes, Sir," I muttered, and walked to his table to drop the dismantled doorknob on his desk. The doorknob clattered on his desk with a low rattle as I placed it on his table. I swerved on my heel and headed to the door. "I have no use for a detached doorknob, Miss. Greene, take the evidence of your handiwork with you." I shut my eyes for a second before whirling around and snatching the knob from his desk. "Thank you so much for the doorknob, Sir," I muttered and stormed out of his office, suddenly regretting my decision.

I lick them a little, sticking my nose in his crack, so I feel him gasp. He starts telling me not to stop, that he is very excited, that he likes it, and that I am good. I am very excited. My blouse is open and my round, champagne-cup breasts are sticking out. At that moment we hear a noise that is too close for us to remedy quickly, a key turns in the door and his father is inside. "FUCK!!!” Robert says as he hides his cock away in his trousers. I turn around trying to lace up but still remain on my knees.