The Dramatics Door To Your Heart Novels & Stories

Today, the whispers become a roar, the urge to unveil its mysteries too potent to resist. With steps as cautious as a doe in unfamiliar woods, I approach the door. My heart, a wild drumbeat, echoes the rhythm of my mounting anticipation. The door yields to my touch, swinging open to reveal the chamber's splendor—a queen's sanctuary, draped in tapestries that weave tales of old, furnished with the elegance of a bygone era.

I elbow him hard in the abs, causing him to flinch back so he releases the handle, shoulder-shoving him enough to make him move, and I waste no time getting in and locking the door. Dane moves in to say something at my window with a fast recovery to being winded, trying my handle to get in, so I turn on the engine and hit the radio to high volume to drown him out. The blasting noise of some trending pop song deafens me but has the needed effect of making him unhearable. He tries the door again with more aggression and places a palm on my window to bang on it, but I keep my eyes forward. I blank him out. My whole life is about to go through another dramatic episode concerning my parents. The

He turns to look at her and she points to a door. My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the door, fear and desperation coursing through me. It’s my door. I suck in a breath, unable to do anything. I try to reach out, to stop Ataz from entering, but my hands simply pass through his body like he’s made of air. “Please, don’t do this!” I plead, watching in horror as his hands hover over my door handle, a sinister smile spreading across his face. With a sickening click, the lock gives way, and he pushes open my bedroom door. Odette’s mismatched eyes gleam with excitement as they cross the thresh hold of my room.

I can’t hear the voices clearly over the sound of my own heart banging like a war drum in my chest. I don’t know if anyone here will be able to see me, and as the tarnished copper door knob slowly rotates, and the heavy, dark oak door opens causing its hinges to moan under its weight, I instinctively hold my breath. Four sets of boots and one pair of petite , black, flat pumps, walk into the room.

my home by a few peoples, whom I love and they love me back equally in returns. As I stood before the room that I had locked myself years back, I put the key in the keyhole, gave it a subtle twitch, and instantly the door opened, revealing a dusty, dark, filled with spider web's room. Among the whole house filled with lots of expensive materials, extraordinary interiors, fresh flowers...this dark place was the only one where the touch of spring couldn't reach..just like my heart. So cold and vulnerable... I instantly locked the door and turned around... My heart was pounding hard... Grasping the left side of my chest, I stood against the door with my entire weight on it. I felt a great knot

I hear her words from the other side of the door, turning on music I set it to full, it does a great job of drowning out her words and any bangs from them trying to open the door. I sit back, my head back as I close my eyes. I know she will give up and leave soon. I don’t want this drama, it is almost like the same drama with Jessie. Only worse, because Jessie can’t break down my fucking doors. I feel my phone vibrate and look. Last chance Diesel, don’t sulk when your door is sawn in two. I glance up. “Shit!” I rush to the door and unlock everything. It isn’t a simple door, it is electronic, with fingerprints and everything.

The door is wide open. If they see the door... I hear footsteps on the concrete. Heavy. Purposeful. Step. Step. Step. I have seconds. I grab the handle of the massive steel door. I pull. It is heavy. So heavy. I strain against the weight. My muscles burn. The footsteps are getting closer. Close it. Close it. The door swings shut. Clang. I spin the wheel. I am locked inside. I press my ear to the cold steel. The footsteps stop right outside.

Looking around, I couldn't help saying, "This place is a mess after so long. There's grass growing up between some of the floorboards. There's even moss growing in some corners of the room." "Sash, wait outside for a minute. Come back in when I call you." "Why?" "Please, just trust me." "Alright." I then went outside and waited while Terry closed the door behind me. Once he closed the door, Terry started casting multiple spells. Within no time, all the dust, grass and moss were gone from inside the room, and it looked as good as new. Terry then took out the black gift box and put it on the table. Terry then opened the door, "Sash, you can come in now."

“I’m serious. Please. Open it.” “Five minutes,” Lindsay said in a singsong tone. “You’ll be fine.” I could hear them laughing again. But I wasn’t fine. My palms were slick with sweat. My heart was pounding, not in anger, but in that too-fast, too-shallow way that made my vision start to wobble. I pressed both hands flat against the cold door and banged hard. “Open it!” My voice shook. “Please… I can’t…” “Drama queen,” Lindsay muttered. “I wonder why you’re not in the drama club.”

It had wooden shelves between the first row of pillars which had their backs to the exit. It was getting dark and I struggle to see through the path I was sneakily walking along. I had every reason to turn back but I refused. I could now clearly hear Alpha Rays pathetic grunts and the cries of the poor person he was pounding on. The next minute was inevitable as I stumbled over an elevation on the floor making my head hit something very hard on one of the pillars.