The Dramatics Door To Your Heart Novels & Stories

“Get out” I don’t hesitate, I leave, escaping as fast as my legs can carry me. The hallway feels too long, longer than I remember and it takes me a few seconds to realize that it’s just my panicking that’s causing me to see the hallway longer than it is. But I walk, passing doors on the sides as I proceed, wishing that I could reach the stairs faster. I reach the door to Nigel’s room and I’m about to pass it when the door opens and Nigel is standing right there, looking so handsome it hurts. Before I can even say a word, he’s captured my hand and is dragging me into the room, shutting the door behind him before someone sees him.

My heart quickened its pace, hope fluttering within my chest as I recognized the distinct balance of Draco's gait. The footsteps paused outside my door, their presence a silent invitation. With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, I watched as the door creaked open, revealing Draco's figure standing in the doorway. His eyes, filled with a newfound resolve, met mine, and he stepped into the room.

Her hands trembled as she turned the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. She didn't want them to know she was there. With a gentle push, she created a tiny gap in the door, allowing herself to glance inside the room undetected. But how could she be detected when they were so engrossed in each other? The sight of their entwined bodies was a dagger to her heart, a painful betrayal that left her gasping for breath. She moved back swiftly, shock and horror evident in her eyes as she struggled to process the devastating scene. The image of them seared itself in her brain, one that she would never forget.

It’s soundproof, so everything that happens inside stays private and quiet. I sit down on the chair, waiting. A few seconds later, the lights grow dimmer until only the stage light remains. In the center of the stage, a hidden door begins to open. The floor splits apart with a quiet, mechanical hum. Out comes Desiree. Oh, my God. I can't breathe.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

This is bad. I push the door to Jake’s office open, I didn’t even bother to knock. Now’s not the time for good manners. There he is seated behind his desk, flaunting good looks and what have you, typical CEO. He looks like he was expecting me to come to his office sooner or later. “Why?” I asked slamming the letter on his desk and shooting daggers at him with my eyes, eyes that ache from crying too hard. 💫JAKE 💫 I guess they both do not have manners, barging into my office like they own it.

We crashed into the closet. I slammed the door. Darkness swallowed us whole. My hand clamped over her mouth. Her pussy twitched around my knot again. And I smiled in the dark. Because the bedroom door creaked open. And my daughter walked in. ~~ BOOM. The door burst open like it had been kicked in, the sound ricocheting through the walls, shaking the closet door behind me. Lyra gasped in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders, her whole body trembling, still fucking locked to my cock. Her pussy twitched, still holding the knot, my cum leaking down the inside of her thighs like cream from a broken pastry.

The game was afoot, and I intended to win. I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me with a force that echoed through the long hallway like a thunderclap. It was a fitting punctuation to the drama that had just unfolded—words exchanged that cut deeper than I cared to admit. My heart raced as I paced across the room, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor, each step a reflection of my turmoil.

Jonathan sighed, his face betraying no emotion. Watching Kylie anxiously search for her phone to call Nathan, Jonathan felt an unexpected pang of jealousy. Silently, he pulled out her phone from his pocket, placing it on the bed beside her before quietly leaving the room. As the door clicked shut behind him, Kylie's fingers twitched slightly. She could almost hear Jonathan's familiar voice in her mind, whispering, "Kylie, I love you." Kylie turned toward the door, staring at the closed door with a growing realization.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was the smug smile on Hester’s face as she stood outside the room. And then, darkness.