Romans & histoires Not your doormat anymore

Not tonight. Not ever.

I don't wait anymore,I dig in. ---------

Not anymore. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A sudden realization struck me, and I turned to Alfie and Demi. "Which floor do you live on?" The couple immediately looked at each other with dawning recognition. "We live on the second floor, and our windows are old-fashioned. With enough force, they can be opened from the outside. Are you saying Madison actually used that demon to steal our bank card?" I nodded, quickly walking over to help them hold the mop handle in place as I continued, "If I'm right, your bank card PIN is your daughter's birthday, isn't it?"

I rang the doorbell and waited for my mother to open it. The door was opened, and I was greeted by a warm hug. "My little baby, did you enjoy your birthday?" My mother's sweet voice rang in my ear. I closed my eyes as you controlled my emotions. How would I tell her that my mate rejected me on my birthday? He belittled me and claimed that I did not deserve him. My dreams and the hope of getting a happy life had been broken. He successfully crushed my happy heart, which jolted up just by finding him as my mate.

Catherine tells her as she swallows a protein bar almost whole. “I’m going in and shooting them you get Doran out,” Juliet tells her. “Why does that seem too simple?” Catherine asks. “Because it is overly simple. Shooting them before they shoot me or Doran and you getting past the bullets and getting Doran out. It’s all a lot harder than we make it sound. “Okay fuck it, let’s kick ass,” Catherine nods. Juliet and Catherine go to the back door and open it quietly. Once they are in the house Catherine holds up four fingers.

Aeden I locked the door behind me and lazily moved up the stairs. I was exhausted. My bed can do the trick, I guess. I passed by her room to see it locked. She never leaves the door open. It is always locked. Although I don’t mind using the spare key like last time, I will let her have her privacy. I turned the doorknob and entered my room. I sat down on the soft mattress and loosened my tie, pulling it out and tossing it on the bed.

"Wear red, it will look great on you" I think to myself "Shit! Do I have anything red?!" I call Sally, come on answer phone, pick up, PICK UP! "thank God you answered, it's a code red literally,! Blake wants me to wear red and I don't own anything red!" Within minutes Sally was at My apartment entrance holding up two red dresses, "take your pick, ma' lady" she laughed. I chose the strapless long red dress, it made my waist look smaller and I felt like I deserved to be going on a date with the man I thought was finer than freshly sliced bread.

Not now, not ever. ***

“Just leave it to me. I’ll make them listen.” My mouth drops open to protest, but we have reached the office now. Diana tries the doorknob and it won’t budge. It’s locked. ‘So much for that,” I say. She rolls her eyes. There’s a doormat in front of the door, which looks really weird since we are in the hallway. The doormat says, “Wipe the shit off your shoes–there’s enough shit going on in here!”