What Lies Behind Closed Doors Novels & Stories

I am a person who is standing behind a closed door, in a sweater, in mascara, in love with a man who is not David, in the way that women are in love with men who are not the men who are knocking on doors. Emma. I came a long way. Please. Five minutes. I do not say anything. I am a person who is going to not open the door. I am a person who has decided, in the small way a person decides things behind closed doors, that David is going to be a person who is on the other side of the door, in the way that men are on the other side of doors when men are exes and exes are not invited. I hear my mother behind me. My mother is the small sound of a woman who has been watching from the dining room and

He growled, exiting from view. Elika jumped as she heard the basement door slam closed, a soft click following shortly after. She sighed again, knowing that he had locked the door. Trapping her in the duly lit underground room, leaving her alone. She bit her lip once more as she turned towards the strange looming door, releasing her hold on the leather collar. Her curiosity peeked once more as her mind wandered aimlessly, what was behind the door? Was it a deep secret that the dark lord was hiding? Something that he didn’t want her to see? Slightly nervous, Elika looked away from the door; deciding not to cause herself more pain. Instead, she pulled her legs onto the bed; although it looked

A hand that unceremoniously shoves me out of the car completely. “Get in there, and we’ll get you some chocolate. That should help with your PMS,” he says, shutting my door and locking it. With that, I’m left to be dragged by Dex toward the basement and the The Velvet Accord waiting below.

Every instinct told her secrets were hidden behind it. Important secrets. Secrets connected to her father. To Lucien. To the truth. And if there was one thing Seraphina Vale had learned in life— It was that locked doors existed for one reason. To tempt people into opening them. As Lucien walked away, she glanced back at the East Wing. The security panel blinked silently beneath the morning light. Waiting. Watching. Hiding something. And deep in her bones, Seraphina knew one thing with absolute certainty. Whatever was behind that door would change everything.

And that makes everything feel…off. We reach a different part of the house eventually, one that feels more closed off, more private, and he slows down slightly before stopping completely. “This part is off-limits,” he says. I follow his gaze. A door. Closed, not heavily locker…just looking at it I know that door and how it is locked, though it won't take me up to 20 minutes to hack it and find my way in but I don't give a shit about what's there…the rich are always keeping secrets.

At that very moment, two naked bodies were tangled together in an unmistakably intimate position. The crowd fell completely silent. Connor's parents turned deathly pale. Staring up at the scene unfolding overhead, they stood frozen in shock, unable to process what they were seeing. A smile tugged at my lips. After the private investigator finished digging into Amanda’s background, I had discovered something interesting. She loved chasing thrills whenever there were plenty of people downstairs. Especially at two in the afternoon and eight at night.

At the end stood a massive black door. Unlike everything else in the fortress, the door remained untouched by time. Ancient runes glowed across its surface. Powerful magic radiated from it. The kind that made Nova's skin crawl. A prison door. The realization struck immediately. This was it. Behind this door. Behind centuries of secrecy. Behind all the lies and missing history. Kieran waited. The mark on her wrist flared violently. The runes on the door responded. Silver light spread across the stone. The entire fortress trembled.

I asked her, closing the door behind me. "Does it seem like there's anything going on with me? Nothing happened sweetie and I'm perfectly fine," she answered but I didn't need anyone to tell me that she was lying because it was more than obvious that something was going on between her and Alejandro and neither one of them seemed to want to talk about it.

The chief of police. "Stop! Show me your ID card." He instructed as he walked closer to me Fuck ID card, I have to leave before Collin sees me. I instantly rushed back to the apartment, entered it, and shut the door behind me. Thank God I left it open. I rested my back on the door and let out a breath.

As the door closed, I noticed a G-brand speaker on his desk. Scarlett had posted a purchase record from that very store before, and the speaker was on that list. So it was to this extent. Once I stepped out of the office, I made a call. "Lily, do you know Mr. Bonnie's assistant? Can you ask her to help us keep an eye on Mr. Bonnie and Scarlett? I suspect they're in an illicit relationship."