Door-kun Novels & Stories

He broke down my door at 9:47 on a Tuesday to kill my husband. He wasn’t supposed to find me. I should have been afraid of the most wanted man in the state. Instead I asked him for something no woman had ever asked him for. Then I drove north. I thought I was free. Content Warning Domestic Violence, intimate partner abuse, violence, morally-grey anti hero, love interest, stalking, explicit sexual content

I was getting married, but my boyfriend of five years did not know it yet. Lately, he had been driving a female coworker home every night and coming back late. She had a terrible memory and was always leaving things behind in his car. First it was earrings. Then adhesive bra inserts. Then intimate photos. One night, at midnight, she called to say she had left her allergy medication in his car. My boyfriend pulled his pants back on and rushed out the door to deliver it to her. Because of her, our wedding had already been postponed 19 times. After five years together, I decided to give him one last chance. "Either stop driving her home, or the wedding is off." He stayed silent all night. After that, he actually started coming home on time. I thought things were finally getting better. Then, one week before the wedding, I opened the front door and found half the furniture in our living room gone. The woman next door poked her head out and ran a hand over my washing machine with a smile. "Amanda, we're neighbors now. Ignatius loaned me the money to buy a house. He said I could use some of these old appliances until I get settled." My hands trembled as I opened my banking app. The $300,000 wedding fund we had spent five years saving was gone. Every last cent. This time, I did not even have the strength to argue. Then my mother called. "Sweetheart, how would you feel about moving the wedding to Rose Garden? I think your current venue doesn't do you justice." I looked around the half-empty living room and laughed. "Sure. And while we're at it, let's replace the groom too." After all, my mother had remarried into one of the wealthiest families in the country. My five stepbrothers had been waiting years for me to come home. And among the men around them who wanted to marry me? There was no shortage of candidates.

Era and Simon are best friends since childhood. When Era stopped talking to Simon for two years, his heart is left heartbroken and damaged. But Simon knows it's hard to ignore her when she lives right next door and her room is right across his window. And then Era made a mistake, was gone, and now she has to come back and fix their friendship. But that will include all the suffering watching Simon fall in love with someone else.

When I got up from Ted Wiley's bed, he lazily handed me my underwear. "I'm changing the door code, so don't come by unless it's urgent." I froze, blurting out, "Why?" He grinned. "She said yes to being my girlfriend yesterday. I can't have her spotting you here—she'd flip. It took me forever to win her over."

"You're just a maid, what do you know?" he scoffed Harper Holmes, a young female who was found herself in nothing but everlasting debts and unpaid bills. Fled in the middle of the night from her abusive husband to a new city to become a waitress, where the money was not enough to handle debts, Harper has seen it all. Just as everything seems to be okay, a blast from the past comes knocking on the door, and she also discovers something life-changing.

Picking up right where the last book left off, Alex has returned with Haley and now must deal with her new life as a young, single mother, but, naturally, when you live next door to the older, hot, deviant, Roman Lewis, who happens to be your baby-daddy and parents best friend, Life is NEVER going to be simple... With old feelings and new drama's waiting around the corner, Will Alex and Roman ever be together again?...

She brushes her tears away as she opens her door slamming it behind her. Taking off her shoes and throwing them in frustration across her living room. She runs up the stairs and into her room. Letting her body fall in her bed as she grips the sheets that still has the lingering smell of his scent. She grips his pillow as she falls asleep crying in her bed. (Chapt. 16- Take my Broken Wings)

After a sudden, brutal breakup, I unexpectedly ran into Pierce Donovan at a hotel—with another woman in his arms. He coldly told me he wasn’t interested in my body. But that all changed when I knocked on his door late at night, wearing something a little more daring. Before I could react, he pulled me into his arms, his voice low and commanding, "Don’t cover yourself. I want to have a good look at you."

Barely waking up, Lauryn hears someone pounding on her front door and finds herself face to face with a handsome man who looks like he just walked off of the cover of GQ. Agreeing to help him, she hands him the phone and a strange electricity pulses through both of them. Not thinking she would ever see him again, she is haunted by that night and tries her hardest to forget that once in a lifetime fling. However, destiny has it's way and she finds herself working under him. When Lauryn finds out that her mystery man is Darren, the CEO of Remedy Enterprises, she almost runs out the door and never looks back. Unfortunately, her house is in foreclosure and if she doesn't keep this job, she will be out of house and home. Now she has to make a decision. Either literally submit to him and give herself totally to his every whim, or quit the job she so desperately needs. Find out if Jake, the owner of Remedy Enterprises, causes more problems for Lauryn than it's worth. Or if Darren's domineering, possessive side turns her away. In any case, she may not be able to decide which man she can ever be with completely. Read Let Me In to see which one if any, fate's hand deals her.

He calls himself my guardian. But I want him to call me a good girl. I moved in after my mother died. He opened the door — broad chest, deep voice, eyes that stalled when they dropped to my tits. He tried to be decent. Tried to be safe. But I’ve been wet for him since day one. He’s twice my age. Raised my half-sister. Taught her to say “Dad” like it was gospel. But I know what she really wants. I see the way she watches him. The way she watches me when I bend over the kitchen counter, tank top riding up, no bra in sight. This house is full of secrets, soaked sheets, and girls who know better. He pretends not to want it. She pretends she’s not touching herself at night. And me? I leave the door open and let them both fall apart. Because I don’t want to be loved. I want to be used. Ruined. Claimed in every room until they forget who’s the daughter, who’s the guest, and who’s in charge. He raised her. He took me in. But — who’s he going to fuck first?