Grumble And Giggle Doors

Winter, 2025. Seattle is shrouded in the cold mist of its endless rainy season. For the sake of a single recommendation letter to Stanford, Catherine Hale—a destitute but proud art student—knocks on the doors of the Highlands Manor to return a restored Song Dynasty porcelain. She intends to leave as quickly as she came, but instead stumbles into the world of William Sterling, the young, enigmatic patriarch of an old and powerful family. Cold, noble, and unfathomable, William draws her into a game of testing and maneuvering that plays out in the cracks between social class and self-esteem. From their first meeting on a rainy night to a silent rescue amidst the vanity fair of high society, Catherine fights to escape a glittering vortex she doesn't belong to, only to find herself falling step by step into William's gentle trap, lingering with the scent of cold cedar. In this rain-soaked city, a forbidden attraction blooms across the divide, unaware that fate has already secretly marked the price of its gifts.

The wedding had barely started when the lights went out. Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar. Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook. A beat later, the doors slammed open. Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage. The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds. Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?" Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate. She'd been his kept woman for eight years. He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace. Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.

Elena never imagined her world would shatter in a single night. To save her father’s honor, she was forced to marry Adrian Velasco, the cold, untouchable heir feared by everyone around him. To society, they appear to be the perfect couple. Adrian plays the role of a devoted husband, but behind closed doors, his words are sharp, his rules unbreakable, and his kiss feels more like a claim than a sign of love. Elena is trapped in a marriage built on power, not choice. Yet the more she resists, the deeper she is drawn into Adrian’s world. His unexpected tenderness, his dangerous protectiveness, and the secrets hiding in his eyes leave her torn between fear and longing. Is she only his possession, bound by loyalty, or can she become the one woman who will break through his armor and claim his heart? A story of forced vows, forbidden emotions, and a love that begins where trust seems impossible.

Edwin Reed did what he had to do to survive selling his body to pay his mother’s medical bills and keep his younger sister safe. When his mother dies, Edwin walks away from that life for good, determined to start over. One last mistake changes everything. The man from his past turns out to be Daniel Ashcroft the billionaire CEO of the company where Edwin has just landed a life-changing internship. In the boardroom, Daniel is cold and untouchable. Behind closed doors, the connection between them is dangerous, secret, and impossible to ignore. As buried secrets resurface and enemies from Daniel's past close in, Edwin discovers he may have been pulled into a corporate war far bigger than either of them. Trust shatters. Loyalties are tested. And love becomes the most dangerous risk of all. Because when power, sacrifice, and desire collide, someone always pays the price.

I married the man I believed was perfect, but the illusion shattered. His betrayal came with an affair and when I confronted him, he called me barren and delusional. In my need for revenge, I had a one night stand with a mysterious man and he became my little obsession. Aria Nicole is known as the "queen of romance," a New-York best-selling marriage author celebrated for her wisdom on love and relationships. But behind closed doors, her own four-year marriage is void of passion, and the spark she writes about feels like a lie. On her fourth wedding anniversary, Aria’s carefully crafted world crumbles when she catches her husband in bed with his secretary. Heartbroken and desperate for escape, she finds herself at a nightclub. What begins as a night of sadness ends in unexpected turns, a one-night stand with a mysterious man. He became her little addiction but what happened when her family is strongly against their relationship and she is forced to chose.

Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."

On my wedding day, my childhood friend, Finn Wheeler, kicked open the chapel doors with a whole crowd of his friends behind him. He announced that he wanted to take me away and marry me. However, we hadn’t even gone far when he suddenly let go of my hand. Then, he laughed nonchalantly and said, “Guys, I won again for the one hundredth bet. You lost. Pay up.” Only then did he turn back to look at me. “I was just joking,” he added lightly. “You didn’t actually believe me, did you? You can go back in and finish the ceremony.” Everyone laughed at how I’d pursued Finn for ten years and how I would do anything for him. However, neither Finn nor any of them knew that being taken from the altar was just one part of my wedding plan.

Hanna Wilder had the perfect life. Impeccable grades, an amazing best friend and to top it all a handsome boyfriend. On their ten month anniversary Hanna decided to drive to his house and surprise him only to find out that he was cheating on her with her so called best friend. Her 'perfect life' had been ruined. Two weeks later Hanna decides to return to school with a new mindset. On Hanna's first day back she meets this mysterious girl. Aurelia Kingsbury. She doesn't have the best reputation around town. As soon as she walks through the doors of Hanna's school everyone is instantly entranced by her. However, she's immediately intrigued by Hanna when she tells her off during their first ever interaction. Will Hanna learn to warm up to the misunderstood girl or is Aurelia in over her head? - This book is apart of the 'Wilder Series' but can be read as a stand alone.

A Gen Z employee named Sylvie Mercer has reported me to the Department of Labor by claiming that I've forced all employees to work on the year-end holidays. But the truth is, I've given the entire company a nine-day vacation just to celebrate the year-end holidays. Those who are willing to work overtime shifts will be paid three times their usual salaries and given an additional five-thousand-dollar bonus. Sylvie keeps crying on the internet about how all the employees, including her, are forced to trade their lives for money. Thanks to her, the entire Internet keeps bashing me. So, I decide to follow the public opinion by releasing an announcement. "In order to ensure all employees' health, the company's doors shall be locked during the year-end holidays. Do note that the electric supply will be cut off as well. No one is permitted entry into the company." As soon as the announcement is released, the employees who plan on earning extra money in order to pay off their mortgages all rush toward my office in alarm.

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.