Romans & histoires Open Door Romance Books

No more wrong doors. Lia walked to Suite B and stood there for a moment. Her hand raised to knock. This was it. Last chance to turn around. To go home and pretend this wasn't happening. Pretend she didn't want him so badly it hurt. She knocked. The door opened immediately. Like he'd been waiting right on the other side. Like he'd been counting the seconds until she arrived. Caspian stood there in dark jeans and a black shirt. No suit tonight. Sleeves rolled up showing those forearms she remembered from the first night. Tattoos and muscle and strength. His gray eyes locked on hers and the world narrowed to just the two of them.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

Watched the calculation move through him with the quiet efficiency of a man who did calculations quickly and had made this particular one before. He reached past me and pulled the door closed. His fingers brushed mine in the action and the contact produced the usual warmth, that involuntary current that my body had been running since the first meeting and had not yet learned to stop running, and I felt it and felt the frustration of feeling it, the specific complication of wanting someone you are not certain you should trust. The latch clicked. A small death. A possibility sealed away. "Some things are meant to remain closed," he said, his voice returned to honey. "For now, at least."

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

"Hey, who is there?." Nico asked on hearing a knock from the door, interrupting his reading. "It's Daxton." Nico furrowed his brows. What is he doing here?." He questioned himself. "Let me in already." Daxton reminded, Nico closed the book he was reading and stood up to open the door. "What are you doing here?." Nico queried, holding unto the door. "I'm here for a peaceful conversation, which will only last for ten minutes, can I come in now?." Daxton explained to him, Nico scrutinized him with his eyes from head to toe. He stood by the side and allowed him to enter.

"Just needed the right touch." She looked up. Water on her eyelashes. Lips parted. The space between us disappeared. I kissed her against her door. Soft, then desperate. Her hands tucked inside my jacket, pulling me closer. "Come inside." "Anna..." "Please." The door opened. We tumbled through. Small room, books everywhere. Single bed. Posters of dead authors glaring down - Woolf, Plath. A tribunal of judgmental women. She pulled off her wet jumper. White cotton bra underneath, slightly grey from washing. Nothing sexy about it, which somehow made it worse.

“You did well Aaron, but the fun just began. He smirked dangerously. “What do you mean,? I asked curiously. “You’ll see, let's go. He said He opened the door, he took my hand and guided me to a door in the hallway naked, he and I naked, hopefully Slate or Aurelio doesn't see us I would be so embarrassed. We stopped at a door that slides open by itself apparently uses a face ID, impressive. I thought. “Only my face can unlock this door, so don't be scared no one can enter, he turned to me looking like a god that came straight out of hell. He's so handsome, I wish someone could pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

When the door parted, Elissa stepped out and glanced to her right and left before taking the left turn. She found the room. She stood in front of the dark brown door, on which the room number was engraved with gold color. Room 101. She was so nervous that her knees were practically shaking and few drops of sweat coated her forehead. She wiped the nervous sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief and sucked in a deep breath. She grabbed the door handle and twist it down, which resulted in the opening of the door. She pushed inwards and entered the room.

“Like what you see?” “Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.” I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.