Unhinged A Door Romance Novels & Stories

"Where are you staying now? You don't even have enough for a taxi, right? Need a lift?" Matthew sighed, telling Shirley to quit pretending to care. "I don't care if she walks or crawls back," he grumbled. Just then, a white Porsche SUV pulled up smoothly behind Matthew's car. Edwin stepped out and kindly opened the passenger door for me. He gave me a warm smile and asked if I had gotten the divorce papers sorted out. "All set? Hop in. I've got some organic honey and herbs, and my aunt's making some nice herbal tea back home," he said.

Hearing the commotion, people started gathering towards the inlet. A few men joined in and started kicking alongside with the lock, now creaking, almost on the verge of breaking down. A final kick and the huge door breaks inwards with a loud thud. I barge in to find a man on top of a dainty girl half undressed in her black gown.

She tapped it gently and looked straight at his eyes. "She would not know and even if she does, there is nothing she can do about it." She leaned in and kissed the man. Her hands were trailing across his stomach. Their kiss eventually deepened and she roughly removed his shirt. Both were in high passion, and she threw him to the bed. Both of them had been so busy with their love making session they were unaware that the door had not been locked since the beginning.

I saw don't think so It got to a point that I grabbed Unugwa's hand and pulled her away from the living room, somewhere he wouldn't hear us Me: let me warn you Unugwa : against what? Me : against Daniel I drew her ear Me: don't you dare fall in love with him no matter what! Don't fall in love with him! Unugwa : ouch. You're gonna pull out my ear! I released her and crossed my arms Unugwa : my ear is on fire

He made me feel the exciting kind of anxiety and I liked it. I don't know, but something in my guts told me I would never escape these guys. I was intrigued by the one with midnight black hair, his aura attracted me. He made me feel like running into his arms and running far away from him all at the same time. I rushed into my room and slammed the door shut. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the door trying to even my racing heart.

The doctor, standing in the doorway, observed the scene before him, his expression a blend of surprise and understanding, as he quietly retreated, granting them a moment of privacy once more. In that fleeting interlude, Haider and Ameera felt the electric charge of their connection, a love that transcended their circumstances. And though the world outside was tumultuous and uncertain, they found solace in the stolen moments of tenderness and passion they shared, a reminder that amidst the chaos, their hearts beat as one.

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND One year. It had been one year since Alessia had arrived at the capital with three frightened children and a heart full of uncertainty. One year since she'd discovered the kind officer from the train was her husband. One year since their lives had changed forever. And now, on the anniversary of that reunion, Sebastian had a proposal. "Marry me again," he said one morning as they sat with coffee, watching the sun rise over the city. Alessia looked at him, confused. "We're already married."

I'm trying to unlock my door while she's kissing my neck, her hands roaming everywhere, driving me insane. "Key" she murmurs against my skin. "You need the key." "A little busy here." She laughs this gorgeous, breathless sound,and takes the key from my shaking hands. Unlocks the door herself while I press against her back, my mouth on her shoulder, my hands sliding around to cup her breasts. "Inside.Now." We barely make it through the door before I'm spinning her around, pinning her against the wall, claiming her mouth with a kiss that's more possession than request.

Then she grabbed me by the arm, a smirk on her face, moving back to the stairs without as much as a goodbye to Kaila. "What's the rush?" I asked, trying to match her pace. "You'll see." She chuckled. We crossed over to the right side of the floor, which had fewer doors that were more spaced apart, probably for groups or important individuals. I had forgotten to count the doors as we passed, but I presumed we walked past six doors before stopping. Without warning, Falcon unlocked the door and sent me flying into the room, slamming the door shut behind me, making sure the locks clicked. I couldn't hear her footsteps, but I reckoned she had left immediately after.

When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as possible and groaned long and low, flooding my womb with thick, hot spurts of cum. He stayed inside me for a long time, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep. The next day I was a mess. My pussy was still swollen and tender. Every time I moved, I could feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me. I kept touching myself thinking about him, but it wasn’t enough. I left the door unlocked again that night. And the night after. On the third night, at exactly 2:47 AM, the door finally opened. He stepped inside, taller and broader than I remembered. This time he didn’t hesitate. He locked the door behind him, pulled his hood down,