The Dramatics Door To Your Heart Novels & Stories

Damn he’s romantic. There’s another knock on my door. “Come in,” I call out clutching the card to my full heart. The door opens and wide set of shoulders is standing right there in the aperture. My jaw drops to the ground.

Lydia stood in front of the black double doors, heart pounding so violently it echoed in her ears. The card Damian left her—black, unmarked, just an address and a time—was still tucked into her coat pocket, like a dare burning against her skin. She was here. She shouldn’t be. And yet, she wanted to be. A dark-suited man opened the door without a word, eyes cool as he stepped aside. Inside, shadows and gold met her. Velvet walls. A low hum of jazz. Opulence wrapped in mystery.

My throat tightens as I pause before the door, which is thankfully ajar. Taking a sneak peek, my heart drops to my toes. Tbc.

Dymond My heart races with anticipation as I think about my escape plan. I take a deep breath, gripping the fork tightly, ready to seize my chance. I approach the door, my heart racing. I insert the fork into the lock, turning and adjusting it. After a few moments of fiddling, I hear the satisfying click of the lock disengaging. I push the door open, feeling a sense of relief as I step out the room. I move quickly, towards what I hope is the exit. My heart pounds in my chest as I glance over my shoulder, hoping I haven't been spotted.

his deep voice calls out, a sharp tug at my heart which is ready to shatter. I can't breathe. I'm falling so deep into this I can't even move, I'm running out of time just as I know he is. "Heron, I won't ask you again, open the door," it's glass, the door that is, he can see me, he can document the trembling of my lips, the thundering of my heart, the jittery stare I give before I finally collect myself. I stride to the door, my back straight despite the crushing weight of what is about to happen.

ELARA The restroom door locks with that familiar, ominous click. My heart slams against my ribs as Damien steps into view, his eyes already black with possession. No words. He doesn’t need them. His hands are on me in seconds in a rough, demanding manner, spinning me and slamming my back against the cold marble counter. The edge bites into my hips, a sharp sting that makes me gasp. He rips my blouse open with one brutal yank; buttons scatter across the tile like gunfire. My lace bra is exposed, nipples already hard and straining against the sheer fabric.

Theo POV The keycard flashed green for a second. The lock clicked loudly. I opened the oak door. Walked into the huge luxury suite. My heart was racing fast. I could feel it beating hard against my chest. The sound of my heartbeat was loud in my ears. It reminded me that a lot was at stake. I didn't look at the city view. I didn't care about the gold decorations on the walls or the big glass windows showing the city skyline. I looked up at the corners of the room.

PLAY MY HEART (When two players fall in love) Written By : Authoress Tyna Episode 15 CLEONA I woke up feeling warm and tingly all over plus my lips also had this warm buzzing feeling even as I touched them and I couldn't figure out why. While trying to figure out what could have happened, I suddenly heard a knock on the door and I watched as Andre walked in, a breakfast tray in hand. "Good morning Cleo. How was your rest?"

She whispers lightly. Leaning back on the wall, I exhale deeply and settle my hand over my rapidly beating heart. I’m terrified as I stand there and wait for the doors to open. I know that I need to get out, but at this point, the crate is the only thing standing between us and possible death. A startled yelp escapes my lips when a loud screeching sound echoes through the crate. My vision hazes with dread as the doors open with a resounding thud. The crate goes quiet. It’s as if someone turned off all sound. Even the women are quiet as they lie quietly inside the protection of the darkness. My throat constricts with emotion, and my heartbeat rings loudly in my ears. I can see shadows from th

Lowering his head, he touched the divorce agreement and muttered to himself, "This can't be... This divorce agreement must be fake… Lulu must be joking with me. There's no way she would suddenly leave me..." As Susanna looked at the man teetering on the edge of collapse, she gestured upstairs and reminded him, "Mr. Fulmer, the second surprise Mrs. Fulmer prepared for you is on the third floor. I'll take you there now." Simon frowned deeply, an overwhelming resistance rising in his chest. "I'm not going." He was terrified of the possibility that Luna had planned another "surprise" to shatter his heart even further. Susanna lowered her gaze slightly.