Unhinged A Door Romance Novels & Stories

Dime replied back “Fine!” Tom sighed out as we heard the pizza drop “Now slide the money through the bottom of the door,” “Gladly,” Dime replied as she stuck the money under the door crack. We watched as Tom walked down the hallway and then we lost sight of him thanks to the peephole in the door, “Well, here goes nothing right?” Dime said as she grabbed the door handle “Wait!” I shouted before she opened the door “Let me do something real quick,” I quickly grabbed a scarf and tied it around her head as if she was wearing a hijab

Osama gave her a kiss on her cheek and grinned telling her it was her gift as he was bankrupt to which Aamina called him a miser and their bickering started again. Just like that the whole day went by but Mustafa never came. There wasn't a single message either. She was hurt by him but now she convinced her heart taking this as a reason to unlove him... That he doesn't care for her and now she can convince her heart to undo her love. Only if she knew that it's not easy to undo love so easily. The love she did, happens once in a lifetime and it was too late to undo her feelings. She was lying on her bed when someone knocked on the door twice. Knowing who it was, she covered herself with a bla

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Silence. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I tried the handle. Unlocked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I opened the door slowly, giving him time to tell me to leave if he wanted privacy. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He didn't. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Spying him through the peephole, I opened the door. “Dane,” I greeted simply, ignoring how my feminine parts woke right up and did a cheer. It wasn’t fair that this attraction I felt toward him was so damn unrelenting. I was too susceptible to him. Too helpless against the one-way chemistry that wouldn’t back the hell down.

I could barely keep my eyes steady as I tried to turn, squinting to see between the cracks of the door, to know if it had actually been bolted or not. From my position, I couldn't confirm anything, but I was already going to settle on the conclusion that the door wasn't bolted when the hinges swung in one fast motion, and the door flung open. My s*x fatigued body was sent off the plane to the floor without pity, and the person who was behind the door allowed himself without a second thought. It was Mr. Jhuy. I was gasping for air on the floor from having Mr. Nikolai's c**k thrust in and out of me after so many days of withdrawal.

One is further back in the house, in what we think is the kitchen. There’s no point in trying to be quiet now. We have to go through the door, may as well do it with a bang. Enzo doesn't bother testing the rusted handle. He steps back, shifts his weight, and drives the heel of his heavy combat boot directly into the center of the rotting wood, right next to the deadbolt. The door explodes inward. The sound is deafening, a violent, splintering crash that shatters the oppressive silence of the neighborhood. The hinges scream as the door rips free from the frame, crashing onto the dusty floorboards of the foyer.

“Fuck Yelena… that was amazing.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my face flushed and my pussy still aching with unmet need. Jake gave me a satisfied smirk and a quick kiss on the forehead before unlocking the door. “Text me tomorrow,” he said. I nodded shyly and slipped out of the car on shaky legs, my thighs slick and my dress slightly wrinkled. The cool night air felt shocking against my heated skin as I walked toward the front door. My heart was still racing from what I’d just done. I quietly turned the key and stepped inside, hoping to sneak to my room without waking anyone.

A week had passed since Sylvia had come to Maine, she had settled into her classroom in no time and her students, especially the younger ones, were eager to learn about their teacher’s adventures before they started their lessons each morning. Sadie enjoyed having her best friend under her roof again, it was just like when they were little girls, but Sadie knew that Sylvia was still heartbroken over Phillip and she tried everything to cheer her up, but so far nothing was working. It was almost time for supper, so Sylvia was changing out of her newly tailored grey teaching dress into her favorite blue dress as she slowly smooths the fabric after putting it on as she tries to hide the result o

“Then promise me something.” “Anything.” “Next time I say no,” Maya whispered, “you don’t even hesitate.” “I swear.” “And if I freeze again…” “I’ll stop.” She nodded once. Then, in a moment of pure instinct, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. He looked like it broke him. She opened the door. “I’ll see you soon?” he asked. “Yes.” He walked out without looking back. And this time, she didn’t lock the door.

Unhinged. No hesitation. No restraint. Just heat, dominance, and a promise of exactly what kind of night this was going to be.