A Knock At The Door Book Novels & Stories

But so far, the pages had given us nothing but faded ink and foreign languages. Still, I picked one from the table and perched on the edge of my desk. My fingers leafed through the brittle pages. Maybe this time… A sudden, urgent knock interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, the book slipping slightly from my hands. No one ever knocked on this door unless it was important. Icarus and Nikko had just left. And Adonai… Adonai would never knock. A hiss escaped through my teeth as I stood and slapped the book over the other books, wrinkling my nose as dust rose to pollute the air.

The knock on my door came at half past midnight. I was still awake. Sleep had become a stranger lately, visiting in fragments and leaving before dawn. The Sterling Estate was quiet at this hour, the staff retired to their quarters, the hallways dim and still. I had been reading in bed, or trying to, the same paragraph repeating itself until the words lost all meaning. Then the knock. Soft. Almost hesitant. I pulled on a robe and crossed the room. When I opened the door, I stopped breathing.

Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late, I rolled my eyes closing the Bible as I got up from the chair, “Who Is it?” I yelled, standing a distance from the door, scared. “Its— me, Thomas” Thomas? Didn't he leave moments ago, “Thomas?” I whispered, rushing to the door, “Did— you leave something?” I opened the door, staring into his grey eyes,

Chapter 59 • • • • • • • • • • • knck knck In the hush of the midnight hour, Selena's room was cast in shadows, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The world beyond her door seemed suspended in a tranquil slumber, a stark contrast to the subtle, persistent knock that reverberated through the stillness. Her heart quickened, a symphony of curiosity and apprehension playing out in the confines of her chest.

The first light of the day narrowed through my window and reflected it’s yellow light on the book I was reading over the early hours of the morning. The knob of my door clicked open severally but failed to open. I stared at it with a mocking smile knowing fully well it was Ansel. Standing up for myself was the plan and still the plan so I took charge by watching him struggle with the lock door. “You sure know what a knock is?”.. or “I guess knocking doors wasn’t thought in business school”. I begin to search for rude and impressive words to say when I finally open the door but my practice was cut short when he stopped and threw in a note beneath the door.

A sudden double knock on the door. And another a few seconds later. It’s only been a few minutes since Garrett and I went silent after he gave me the contents of the book he was reading from which we most likely have deciphered the meaning to already. And because of that, the incoming knock felt like it was linked to the revelation. Exchanging a look with Garrett when the knock comes in for the third time, I realize it could be for someone else, especially when Garrett looks at me weirdly.

“Drink this for me, Leo. It will make the fire go away.” ​He swallowed it with a grimace, his small face scrunched up. To wash the taste away, I reached for a tall glass of water I’d just poured. I was halfway between the sink and the table, my mind already calculating how to hide the pediatric records, when the world exploded. ​BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. ​The knock didn’t just rattle the door; it felt like a physical strike to my chest. It was slow, heavy, and carried the unmistakable rhythm of a man who owned the ground he stood on.

Anya kept talking. Shane kept arguing. Kylah kept laughing. And my phone kept buzzing under the couch like it was alive. I leaned forward slightly. Just enough to slip my hand between the cushions. Just enough to feel the screen. Just enough to see the name again before I could stop myself. Unknown Number. Again. My blood went cold. A knock at the door cut through the room. Sharp. Hard. Instantly wrong. The entire apartment went quiet. Not gradually. Not slowly. Instantly.

Each exhale shook. No. I’d rather collapse on a human road. At least there, no one would watch me bleed and call it weakness. I reached for the door handle — _Knock. Knock. Knock._ Three sharp raps. Not Micha’s knock. Not Kira’s. She already left due to an emergency, before micha even went to fight the rouges. Another knock again. I opened the door. I froze. My heart stopped, then slammed against my ribs. Bad idea. Pain shot down my side.

ELIANA There was a loud knock on the door, interrupting me from the sleep I almost had, and I felt a jolt of surprise and irritation. The knock was insistent, demanding attention, and it seemed to shatter the fragile peacefulness of the moment. I had been drifting off, my eyelids growing heavy, my mind slowly unraveling the threads of consciousness. But the knock came, abrupt and unannounced, like a sudden storm on a calm sea. I groggily got up, my movements slow and reluctant, and made my way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. The knock came again, louder and more insistent, and I quickened my pace, my heart beating slightly faster in anticipation. Who could it be? A