A Knock At The Door Book Novels & Stories

It felt weird throwing them out when he hadn't seen that I kept them in the first place. There was a knock on the door. I quickly set the book down and turned towards the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone but there was only one person who would knock on my door unannounced. When it wasn't dinner, breakfast, or lunch. Ronan. I hadn't even heard his footsteps. "Come in," I called. The door opened and Ronan walked in. He had one hand behind him. As he entered the room, the scent of flowers filled the place.

After cooking, I took it to my mother and fed her, no matter how difficult it was. I was never into books before but now Silver was no longer in the picture and now kept to myself most of the time, her books were now my only companion. I was reading a book about a woman who fell in love with a pauper when I heard a knock on the door. I went down to open the door, expecting to find Victor but instead I saw a very huge man that looked like a bear to be honest. “Hello,” I muttered, wishing I didn’t even open the door. “What are you doing here?”

The banging comes again, this time sounding more like loud knocks. “Someone is at the door.”

My reading is very slow because of it. When I found a few books in the drawer of the nightstand, I decided to ease myself back into it. It wasn't until about noon the following day that there was a knock on my door. I waited for a long time in the chair, hoping whoever it was would simply think I wasn't there and leave. But they keep knocking. With a groan, I stand up to answer the door. I barely open it a crack at first, peaking through it just enough to see who it is.

I muttered, flipping through the pages of the book. I was still searching for any alternate spell when the door burst open. Karen breezed in, pausing at the threshold looking like a wild boar ready to fight anyone on its way. I quickly closed the book and dropped the candle with a thud. It rolled to the side, flame extinguishing on impact. “Have you about the word, ‘knocking’?” I queried, irritation lining my voice.

One book is enough to hide the bunch of daisy flowers that Keeion gave me. I'll let it wither there. I was about to enter the bathroom when suddenly there was a knock on my door. It's been knocked three times and I still don't open it because he still doesn't speak. It was definitely not Aunt Cora and especially not Arya because those two were both shouting my name while knocking on the door. Eh, this one, he seems to be too lazy and even the knocking didn't continue. "Who is that?" Suppose I was far away and did not care to open this door.

I lost myself in stories of distant lands and people who didn't have to hide behind locked doors. A sudden knock at the door shattered the silence. I stiffened, my fingers cramping around the edges of the book. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. It felt odd, wrong, even. Claire wouldn't be back this soon, the sun hadn't even begun its descent toward the rooftops. I stood slowly, my legs feeling heavy and uncertain. I approached the door, holding my breath, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle. I shouldn't open it. Claire’s warning echoed in my mind, but the persistence of the knock made me think it might be an emergency.

I was halfway through the second replay, one hand between my legs, when someone knocked on my door. Not a normal knock. Three slow, heavy knocks that made the whole door rattle. I froze. Nobody knocked like that unless they wanted to be let in. Or unless they weren’t planning on asking twice. I wiped my hand on my dress and stood up on shaky legs. My heart was hammering so loud I almost didn’t hear the voice on the other side of the door. “Open up, Nova.” The voice was low. Rough. That same voice that had been in my ear less than two hours ago.

The gentle knock on the door made Samantha confused. She wasn't expecting to receive anyone. "Are my captors here?" She asked herself. The knock on the door resounded again, this time a bit louder. But she didn't move. "It's me Sammy," the person behind the door said. Samantha's heart raced as she approached the door. She had been living a life of secrecy and isolation, and unexpected visitors were a source of anxiety. With trembling hands, she slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door just wide enough to see the person on the other side.

KNOCK KNOCK And just at that moment, a loud knock thundered through my doors. I came down from my bed and opened it. “Zayne!” I said outloud, my voice tinged with shock than anything else. He stood outside my door, a remorseful look worn on his face. “Why are you here?” I asked in a stern voice.