Not your doormat anymore Novels & Stories

"She's dead as soon as she opens the door for them! Paolo will snatch everything he sees, Quinto will throw open all the windows to attract the zombies, and Marco will force her into giving up her supplies at knife point!" "And when they eventually kill her dog in the end, that good-for-nothing Valerio will still be too damn scared to even make a peep!" However, if I didn't open the door for them, all four of them would die outside my door. "Gemma Barletta!" Valerio pounded on the door again. "The zombies are right outside! You heard them! Hurry up and open the door!" Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before.

Alora I beat my palms against my steering wheel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch. No, no, no, you can't do this to me. Come on you piece of shit, start.” I turn the key in the ignition again, praying under my breath, “Come on, come on, start, start.” The only sound is a click.

"She's good with broken bones. Not so good with a needle." "I'll take the compliment." He nods his thanks and steps out to give his arm room to breathe outside, leaving Jaxton and me alone in the clinic for the first time since the morning he told me flatly that he thought I was his mate. The silence stretches longer this time, no patient to fill the gaps, no Marcus to soften the space between us. "You didn't have to do that," I say finally, nodding at the tray still under his fingers. "Do what."

Throwing a weak, uneven glow over the figure standing by my door. A woman. Tall. Elegant. Still as a held breath. My stomach dropped so fast it felt like gravity had turned cruel. She lifted her head. And the world narrowed to the shape of her face. My mother. The air lodged in my throat. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. All I could do was stare at the woman who walked out of my life years ago… now standing on my doorstep like a ghost deciding she wanted to be real again.

Azzmi unlocked the door. "Always answer when I'm talking to you, you little brat." The insult made her grip tighten around her purse. She took a slow breath. Then another. Where was Raven? For once, she actually wished he would appear and deal with this himself. The lock clicked open. Azzmi pushed the door inward. She had barely stepped inside when something slammed against it from the other side. Hard. The door flew open. The force threw her off balance. Azzmi stumbled.

Why am I so selfish? "Mia. I'm getting married soon and I want to concentrate on that right now. I'm sorry but you can't come to the wedding anymore. Meg doesn't want you there. I hope you can understand," he says then stands up to leave and I stay on my seat unable to move. Nugget. My name is nugget.

All are branded goods. My eyes fell on the red plastic corner of the cupboard. I opened the plastic package. A dress, again. "Dress again. But it doesn't matter, instead of me being naked while dancing happily on the street." I chuckled. I immediately closed Bryan's cupboard, but it wouldn't close. I opened the wardrobe door again. Accidentally a brown folder fell to the floor. So it's because of that folder that the cupboard door won't close. I immediately picked up the brown folder from the floor.

It is time to leave. But before I even reach the door, it slams shut in my face. “This is NOT the heart of your mate.” Shit.

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

The car door is yanked up, “Out! Now!”