Novel & Cerita Unhinged A Door Romance

I murmured and went to the first floor. The door of her room was closed. It made me curious to see what she is doing behind those doors. 'I wish she was touching herself as she misses me.' I smirked at the thought and went to put my luggage in my room and when I walked out of it, I opened the door of her room without knocking on it. I know this is unethical and ill mannered but I want to know what kind of a person she is behind all those doors. The thing which has contributed most to my curiosity is the fu*k list which she came up with.

He mumbled in a panic and I cursed bitterly. "No he has company," I snapped back and Ezra shook his head. "If he doesn't get that blood, he'll turn into a slaughtering beast and will mow down all on his path," he mumbled and I furrowed my brow. "You tell me the same crap every damn year, Ezra. Don't worry I'll go back and give him my wrist. Open a doorway," I growled. Ezra waved his hand and the same black door appeared. Clenching my fists I step through and go up to the black door and turn the surprisingly unlocked handle. I opened it to Noah's tight butt plummeting into a moaning Brenda. I gritted my teeth at my man whore.

It possessed a geometry that was too perfect for the rough, organic interior of the hut. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a faint, violet luminescence, pulsing gently like a slow heartbeat. The center of the door was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within that blackness, Ressi could see faint glimmers, like distant galaxies spinning in a void. It looked deep—impossibly deep. The fire in the hearth seemed to shrink away from it. The temperature in the hut plummeted. Fear, cold and primal, washed over him. He scrambled backward until his back hit the reed door he had been about to open. "Mungu wangu," he whispered.

He strapped me into the passenger seat, ignoring my protests. “Are you kidnapping me?” I demanded, banging on the window. “For the last time, I’m helping you,” he replied, starting the car. “Now, where do you live?” “I’m not telling you!” I pouted, crossing my arms. “Fine,” he muttered. “Guess you’re coming with me.” We drove in silence, my head throbbing with every bump in the road. Eventually, we pulled up in front of a huge mansion. “Come on,” he said, getting out of the car.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me to him as he deepened the kiss. I sighed in contentment into the kiss, my hand coming up to rest against his chest. His hand went up into my hair, pulling me even closer. We were so lost in it that we didn’t hear the knock and a soft voice calling mine and Asher’s names outside the door. And we must have forgotten to lock the door, because in the next moment, the door opened and someone entered the room. We pulled apart in shock. Asher’s body went rigid beneath mine as we registered whose presence filled the doorway.

Chapter - 3 Angelina's POV - I looked at the man who opened the door. He was the same man who came and informed me that I'll be sitting here in hell. He was also a handsome man, he might be 22 or 23. His face was a cute one unlike Dean's which is just handsome and terrifying. I got down from the car and was speechless seeing the view in front of me. It was a magnificent mansion more like a castle. I always dreamed of living in such a mansion but I never thought I would be able to live in it. I was so busy in admiring the mansion that I didn't notice the man staring at me.

He retrieves his keys, finding the one for the door, and I lick my lips. "Hurry!" I whisper. "I'm going as fast as I can, baby," he replies quickly, unlocking the door. I take his hand, pulling him inside. He tosses his keys on a table, and I drop my bag by the entrance. He pushes me against the front door, firmly grasping my hips and kissing my lips. I hum, placing my hands on his face to pull him closer, and he groans. "How about right here?" he whispers, swiftly unzipping my jacket. "Against the door?"

She runs a finger over it and it almost springs to attention for her, he groans, “Baby?” She puts a finger over her lips, and he smiles and relaxes in his chair, as she strokes him. She suddenly tenses, and grips his knee and pulls him completely under the desk. There’s a knock at the door, he quickly tucks himself away as best as he can with a raging boner. He unlocks the door and opens it, to see who had disturbed his alone time with his Mate, in his locked office, late at night. It’s his uncle Hugo. He furrows his brows and behind him Celine has herself while he’d crossed the room and looks innocently at him. George raises an eyebrow, and turns back to his uncle. Who was looking at him ne

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”