Witch Doormat Novels & Stories

Rowan followed. He stopped beside a narrow wooden door partly concealed behind a hanging tapestry. Matthias moved quickly. “Do not open that.” Rowan looked at him. “Why?” “Because that room is not for you.” Fen placed one massive paw against the door. The latch broke. The door swung inward. Darkness waited beyond it. Matthias swore in German. Rowan reached for a lantern from the wall and stepped through before anyone could stop her. The room was small and windowless.

It had stirred things that made her feel guilty inside her to the point where she wanted to tell him everything that had happened. When they got to a door, he pushed open the door and they stepped inside. The room was decorated in grey and black throughout, the bedspread, curtains, paints on the wall, and even the frame of the glass door that led to the balcony. It showed the masculinity of the one who owned the room. Unlike other places in the house, it was adorned with simple furniture aside from the king-sized bed. The glass door was opened so, Gabe walked there to close it, then he looked back at her to see her looking at the bed, and his wolf chanted in his head. “Our mate, our mate, ou

I pulled out the extra hangers, and put them in the closet just as Molly came out of the bathroom. “Hey Chas, where are your toiletries?” Molly asked. “In my duffle bag.” I answered as I pulled toilet paper out of a bag, and handed it to Molly. Braxton slid the paper towels under the bed with the cleaning wipes. Colby was bouncing on the bed until Dimitri hit him on the head with a pillow, and told him to help finish up. I laughed, and pulled a butterfly covered welcome mat out of bag, and laughed. “Oh yeah. You can put that right inside your door. I thought it was cute, and that you would like it.” Molly said with a small smile.

More like a rage so calm and yet deadly. From the suitcase, I took out a tiny figurine of a golden sycamore. I held it dearly in my hand, rubbing it against my thumb. “We’re here, my child,” I whispered like my child could really hear me. “It’s time for Mommy to collect some debt.” I kissed it gently with my eyes closed before putting it inside the glass cabinet where I could always see it. I walked in front of the apartment window. The tall scrapers waved at me. I took my phone out and opened my social app. My heart burned with desire. A smirk was plastered on my face as I steadily typed on my phone keyboard.

None of them did, especially Master Arcade who was watching him with narrowed eyes and gad witnessed his suspicious movements in the room. Mrs. Doris leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms against her chest. "Try again, Mister Creed. The truth this time." Damon swallowed tightly. He needed to make this convincing. "If you check under my bed," he said carefully, "you'll find a book. It’s about wolfsbane and herbs. I've been studying them.” Mrs. Doris studied his face for a long moment. Then she nodded at Master Arcade. "Go check and confirm if what he just said is true.”

Italian marble floors ran across the concrete ground and the walls were the greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. David led her up the ornate mahogany stairs with rails carved and polished so that it shined. It had six rooms including the kitchen and storage room. The walls had white paintings crossed over horizontal lines of embroiled red petal drawings. The couches were pure leather and not to mention the kitchen. Dawn placed her hand over her mouth. Crying would've been an inappropriate thing to do but she didn't mind letting a few teardrops fall. This was her fairytale dream come true.

“Just leave it to me. I’ll make them listen.” My mouth drops open to protest, but we have reached the office now. Diana tries the doorknob and it won’t budge. It’s locked. ‘So much for that,” I say. She rolls her eyes. There’s a doormat in front of the door, which looks really weird since we are in the hallway. The doormat says, “Wipe the shit off your shoes–there’s enough shit going on in here!”

Julian's reply came instantly. Brother: [Do I need to come get you?] Even through the screen, she felt the cold, unyielding edge in his tone. Afraid he might actually appear at her door, she dropped her tablet, grabbed her phone, and hurried out. Standing at his door, she hadn't even reached for the bell when another message appeared. Brother: [902079. Let yourself in.] It was the code for the door. For a moment, she froze as her mind leapt. Was it the same way Charlotte had gotten his code? Was she just one of many women who knew it?

"Normal people don't live in places like this, Adrian!" He just smirked and got out of the car. Inside, the lobby made her stop in her tracks. Her mouth fell open. Marble floors gleamed under sparkling lights. Fresh flowers sat in giant vases in every corner. A doorman in a crisp uniform straightened up immediately. "Good evening, Mr. Hayes." He gave a little bow. Adrian gave a small nod and kept walking. Then they stepped into an elevator. Vivienne watched him pull out a key card and swipe it. The doors closed.

He winked at me. My heart raced, and my lungs refused to work properly as we came to the door. “Please collect your moon’s blessing,” the doorman on the right stated, walking into our path in his amber yellow and charcoal gray uniform. He held out a small, glittering white basket with a stash of face-down cards.