Novel & Cerita Wound Up At Your Door

She had zero patience. “Who is it?!” I yelled out, unlocking the door but still got no reply. “What the heck Ha-“ the words got stuck in my throat as soon as I opened the door. My eyes immediately got cleared from the sleep on seeing the guests I had. The loan sharks. “Your five days are up! Where is our money.” A man spoke up. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I-good morning. I have it but I couldn’t contact you. I will get it now.” I say, attempting to leave but was stopped

I let down my hair after washing my hands and put on a clean shirt before going to answer the door. “Will you be patient?! I already said that I’m coming.” I angrily called out. Without looking through the pinhole, I answered the door to find Ace Black at my doorstep. On instinct, I shut the door in his face. At least, I thought I did until I heard him cry in pain. I found his foot, between the door and the frame, blocking the door from closing. Smirking, an idea came to mind. I stepped on his foot before opening the door and scowled at him.

The knocking on the door pauses my movements of changing channels. Must be the pizza! Money in hand, I make my way to the door, ready to pay and get back to a night planned, only for it to be thrown out the window, right when I open the door. I come face to face with a blank faced..... " Keith?" I say, wide eyed in surprise.

And when she does, she’ll hate him more than she already does. A win-win. A knock on the door draws my attention. One of my men steps in, offering a small nod. “They’re ready for you.”

"I am a nonexistent person. By the way, I will give you a present tomorrow. It will be delivered to your door on time at eight o'clock in the morning. I hope you will like it." With that, the phone was hung up. When Ada Wood called again, he was always in the state of shutting down. She looked at the mobile phone inexplicably, and then did not care too much, thinking that tomorrow would be the same with Yvonne Brook, she lay down. Early the next morning, Ada Wood got up. She prepared breakfast for herself. At eight o'clock, the doorbell rang on time. Ada Wood opens the door and sees a man standing at the door. She is a little strange.

I’m here to make things right. Someone knocks on my door.

He was left in a dilemma. Back home, I was fixing breakfast for everyone when I heard the doorbell ring. The maid answered the door. A minute later I heard loud voices, like someone was arguing. I dropped whatever I was doing and rushed to the door. I gasped and stepped back. The storm is here. Back to destroy us all. Right outside my door...

"It's a freaking door. You. Knock." "Your door was open."

"Fine, so we kept it from you. Is that really worth holding a grudge and changing the door code? "Just tell us the new password already! My parents are standing outside waiting. We've been on a plane for over three hours. We're exhausted!" I unlocked my door with my key. "Sorry, I forgot to mention. I sold that apartment too. The buyers changed the code. I don't know what it is. "Oh, and they're moving in three days from now. So you need to be out by then. If you're not and they throw your stuff out, there's nothing I can do about it."

That's why I assume the knock at the door is the sound of my comb snapping. But I hear it again—low but insistent knocking. My eyes widen, heartbeat thrumming in my ears. Nobody ever knocks on my door. Legally they should wait at the lobby until I come down to get them. Security protocol. But there is an actual knock on my door. My eyes dart to the kitchen. Can I make it there before the door gets kicked in? Or is Lucas back to offer more vague apologies? I squeeze the comb harder and cross the living room.