Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

As she said, it was show time, might as well prepare. I noticed it was the person that had nearly knocked me over in the mall earlier today. “Ok, Maleek while I go to my drawer, I’m gon’ need you to tell me who and why the fuck is it a tranny at my door calling me a home wrecker and about to get his or her ass shot!” I stormed toward my kitchen while Maleek followed, as his bad deal continued to disturb the peace in my neighborhood on my doorstep. Maleek didn’t say anything, He let me pace my kitchen drawer until I found my gun, loaded the clip, and made my way back towards the door.

Laura's POV The motel owner's fist pounded on my door again, harder this time. "Miss! I know you're in there! Open up!" I pressed my back against the door, my heart racing. This was the third time today he came demanding for payment. "Please," I called through the thin wood. "Just give me two more days. I'm expecting a wire transfer any moment from now.” He paused for a moment and I almost breathed in relief when he pounded against the door again.

And now that´s over. Me, a bottle of wine — well, now is a third of a bottle — and my misery. Watching Interview with the Vampire on TV. I tip the bottle back again just as the doorbell rings. That’s the curse of living in a building right on the street, no gates, no doorman: people just show up. Probably Brinna, here to cheer me up. I peek through the peephole and — what the hell? — How do you even know where I live? — I ask, the door still locked.

I asked him while searching for the big round rice cake in the sky. I flinched as I heard my door bell ringed in a high pitched crow's cawing. Yeah I don't know who kept that but it's really weird hearing cawing when as your door bell. Sometimes I really want to sue that person who did it. "Open your eyes wide idiot! Just go and open the door I think someone's on your door step. And please change that bitch ass door bell or I will break it some day." he threatened and I just hung up the phone making my way to the entrance.

DIRTY AFFAIR WITH HIS IDENTICAL TWIN Chapter 91~ It didn’t seem like I had been curled up on the floor for long, when a loud pounding started on the front door. It wasn’t the polite knock of a stranger, but the ‘let me in’ knock of someone with urgent business. I bolted upright on the floor, startled by the noise. Bubble even let out a few bellowing barks, warning the visitor that he was on patrol. I scurried down the steps as the rhythmic thumping continued without pause.

On the foyer, that damn doorbell was louder. "Oh for fucks sakes, I'm coming!" I yank open the door in frustration, ready to give my victim a lesson on patience but draw up short, my eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“The only thing on me is your jacket” I scrubbed a hand over my face my gaze at the door. Then I noticed it, the slight space between the door handle and the door. “Did you leave your door open?” “Why would I do that?” Shit! Before I could pull my gun out, my phone buzzed and I picked it up. “We`ve got a problem” Double shit!

And when the sun comes up the next morning— KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Someone’s at the door.

Knock knock I turned quickly towards the door of my practice room. Who's coming? I guess I don't have an appointment with anyone today and I've put a close sign on the door of my practice room. Maybe the person didn't know that I was in the process of preparing for the wedding day tomorrow. I need to be relax. But whoever it is, if he doesn't come on business, then I'll throw him out straight away. "Come in." “Doctor Laurel, am I bothering you?”

Heart racing. At 9:35 p.m., three firm knocks sounded on my door. I smiled, walked over, and opened it. Reid stood there, eyes already burning with hunger, the Do Not Disturb sign in his hand.