Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

Caroline frowned and asked, "Did something happen?" "Many people threw rotten eggs, paint, and dung at your door. We didn't have enough security personnel. We've already called the police and warded them off. But you must come and get this issue settled."

Lenny's Pov "Okay," I said. "So….. What happens now?" "Now I’ll take you somewhere tonight," he said. "I just got a threatening note on my door." "Yes," he said. "And the person responsible for it has been dealt with, and you are not going to sit in this apartment going over it until you've made yourself anxious." "I'm not anxious." "You've been standing three feet from your door since I knocked," he said. "You were close enough to open it before my knuckle finished the second knock."

Picking up her half-finished glass of red wine, she took a slow, unhurried sip. "Pick up the pace," she barked toward the bathroom. "And don't even think about making a run for it. I've locked the front door. If you're not done by 6:00 pm, I'll get a nice photo of you and put it all over the internet so everyone can see what exactly happens to scammers." My head was spinning badly, and my limbs felt like they belonged to someone else. Just then, the doorbell rang. Standing outside was a middle-aged woman in a blue utility uniform, carrying a professional toolbox. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and she looked utterly apologetic.

Slowly the door handle was going down, Richard is already opening the door_____ what do I do now____

Not yet. I stared down into the cup, the cold liquid reminding me that even small comforts had slipped away. When the doorbell rang, it startled me. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, and for a split second, I considered not answering. Who could it be at this hour? A creditor? Someone from the diner? I wiped my hands on my jeans and took a steadying breath. The last thing I needed right now was someone making things worse. But when I opened the door, it wasn’t a stranger. It was Audrey.

If something had happened to her, I would make sure the person responsible regretted it, piece by piece, buried eight feet under. "JAZZ!" I slammed the metal gate, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. "JAZZLENE!" I stood there, waiting for a response, hoping to see movement behind the front door. Silence greeted me instead. Frustration building, I hoisted myself over the gate and into the compound, then marched up to their main door. "JAZZ!" My fist pounded against the sturdy wood, each strike reverberating through the hallway beyond. Still, no response. No one appeared to open the door.

He’s hesitant, but he stands up. Soon, the three of us are walking towards the door. We had the driver close early today. Sarah’s torture was more than enough to earn it. A smile tugs the corners of my lips. The door bell rings just as I’m about to open it. We’re not expecting anyone. If we’re not expecting you, there’s a high possibility we do not want you here. Whoever is on the other side of the door is certainly uninvited. “I’ll get it.” I say to no one in particular. One click of the button by the side has the door sliding open.

Kai’s POV Five minutes ticked by, and I remained standing at the door, my patience wearing thinner with each passing second. I rang the doorbell once more, the sound echoing through the silence. Muffled voices and faint noises came from within, a clear indication that someone was inside. My frustration grew as I waited, and I had to resist the temptation of forcing my way in. Just as I was about to press the doorbell again, the door handle began to turn and I froze, my hand hovering in the midair. I drew in a couple of deep breaths to brace myself for when the door would finally open and reveal the person before me.

Period. He procured a fancy looking key from his pocket and opened the door, not bothering to knock. That simple action made me wonder how wonderful it must feel to have a home to come back to and find out that the door would always be open for you- no matter how long you’ve been away. I pasted a smile on my face to ward off that feeling of longing within me that was becoming more frequent lately just as Adrian stepped aside to let me enter first.

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.