Unhinged A Door Romance Novels & Stories

* *Bhagh! I knocked desperately. "Hey, are you in there? Open up!" I hysterically called from the other side of the door. I could feel my adrenaline rising. Should I break this door?! Damn it! I shouldn’t hav— Suddenly, the door clicked and Hazel appeared, smiling sweetly. "Hi, Uncle Rich," she said in a relaxed manner. "We locked the door because we wanted to focus on our studies. Sorry about that." I gasped in disbelief. They locked the door because they wanted to focus on their studies?

“You’re right, let’s do this. Send the text.” I typed ‘Open the door Mo leannan.’ And hit send. We stood there waiting, listening for the sound of her opening the door. The soft click of a lock being disengaged drew our attention to the door. There was another and another. Nolan hadn’t been kidding when he told us that he had added extra locks to the door. Then the door slowly opened until the chain stopped it. I could see Heather's beautiful grey-blue eyes peeking through the crack. Her eyes went wide with disbelief. It was like she couldn’t tell if what she was seeing was real, or was it fear that we were going to find her with someone else. Taking a deep breath, I steeled my nerves. “Can

He shouted after he slid the door. "Loki went home with Louise and Polly" As the woman recalled who was still left in the classroom. "Thank you" He closed the door and searched around the corridor, staring down his eyes at the balcony, where many students were going home. He saw Louise's blonde hair and saw Loki’s purpled hair. Louise was with Loki. Hiro hurried down towards the University Exit. Loki said farewell to both Louise and Polly. Hiro kept walking and following Loki, he also boarded the bus as the same Loki did.

or someone. Authority: Ms. Hampton, can you clarify what led you to believe Mr. Thompson was withholding information? Jessica: I tailed him. After his breakup from her previous girlfriend, Emma, his evasiveness didn't end. That's when I found Scarlet, imprisoned like some forgotten doll in his mansion. The room is tense, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and cold justice. I lean against the wall, my arms crossed, observing her every move. Despite her physical limitations, her mind is sharp, weaving a tale of deception and misplaced affection.

Oh, so there was a door—a hidden door. The guy from the club last night, the one I remember everybody referring to as Phantom, steps into the room. He is followed by an older woman with silver curls tied in a low chignon and wire-rimmed glasses that slide down her nose as she shuffles across the room with a tray of food. I ignore the stinging caused by the copper and trek toward him, smiling. He seems surprised by my grin at first and smiles back until I grab him by the neck and shove him so quickly against the wall he doesn't realize what just happened. He both annoys and surprises me by chuckling.

He didn’t notice the headlights sweep across the window. He didn’t hear the front door open and close. The first sound that broke through was the creak of the bedroom door swinging open. Uncle Daniel stood in the doorway , forty-five, tall and powerfully built, still wearing his work boots and flannel shirt. His eyes landed on the scene in front of him and widened. Noah froze mid-stroke. His cock throbbed in his right hand. His left fingers were still buried deep inside his glistening pussy, slick arousal coating his thighs and the sheets beneath him.

Corvin said. Off to our right, a different door flickered at the edge of my vision. Not the big UNWRITTEN: ENDING(S) at the very end of the hall. A smaller one, halfway down, that hadn’t been glowing before. Its label jittered, and text tried on different shapes for half a second before settling into a compromise. UNWRITTEN: REBELLION ENDING. The frame brightened, pulse syncing not to the pillar this time, but—faintly—to my pen.

were getting intense, a knock at the door interrupted us, shattering the romantic atmosphere in the room. Jay and I turned to the door at the same time, our faces flushed with excitement and our hearts still racing from the passion of the moment. "Who's at your door?" I whispered to Jay. My eyes scanned the room as if searching for an escape route. Jay's expression was tense, his eyes narrowed. ."I'm not expecting anyone, so I can't really say," he whispered back, his voice low and cautious. A shiver ran down my spine as Jay threw off the covers and got out of bed. "Wait for me," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Don't move." I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. My eyes searched Ja

I cursed myself for forgetting the key to my locker in the staff room as I drove. I begged Felix, my co-worker at the bar, to cover for me while I rushed back home to retrieve it. As I fumbled for the keys to the apartment I shared with my fiance, Michael, I noticed that the door was already unlocked. He should be at work, and the apartment should be locked, so why was it open? Had he come back to grab something too? I felt a shiver run down my spine as I clutched the door handle, pushed the door, opening it slowly. I could hear voices.

Then, his gaze darted back to hers, burning with intensity, “You little–” “There.” She didn't let him finish his statement as she stood to her feet. “All done. I’ll go get some ice for–” BANG! The door slammed open . “Sir! Something’s wrong with Drew!”