Novel & Cerita A Knock At The Door Book

I was about to read on to find out what was the final outcome when a knock sounded at the door, pulling me from the page. “Come on in, the door isn’t closed,” I said, pausing my reading. I didn’t even need to say it. The door was never locked; whoever was knocking knew that. The door opened, and my mates walked in. All of them were there—except Kavian.

Anyta The knock on the door echoed around the house like thunder. It was not the soft, nervous kind of knock that neighbors used whenever they needed something. It was firm and unrelenting —like one who had come with firm purpose, one who would not leave until the door was opened. I froze, still holding the curtain in my hand. Clay's head turned towards the door, his jaw tightening as though he expected trouble. We simply didn't move for a moment. The silence held long enough for the knock to ring again, even louder.

I just grunted, not bothering with words. I hung up and sprawled out on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Maybe my mom had a point. I would give it a few days, and things would look up. A month went by. I clocked out early that day, and I got home by 5:30 p.m. Stepping out of the elevator, I was greeted by three men at my door. Dressed in black jackets, they were in a heated discussion with the building's management. "If she's not home, she's not home. We'll wait," they said.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 As I heard the knock on the door, I shivered “OMG! That must be Molly;” I thought as he quickly stood from on top of me He quickly dressed up and I did the same I held my hand and dragged me to the toilet “Stay here and don’t say anything;” He said and closed the bathroom door

“Is she my ancestor? Or... am I her?” The book shimmered again, but didn’t answer. Scarlet remained silent too, though I felt her stir slightly within me, like she was holding her breath. I closed the book gently, still glowing under my fingers. My heartbeat pounded like a drum in my ears. A knock sounded at the door,firm and urgent. A knock sounded at the door,firm and deliberate. I quickly wiped my tears, but the sting in my chest remained. Before I could hide the book, the door creaked open.

Knock! The mahogany wooden door was knocked with a firm and confident stride. Christian Vance stepped inside, unbuttoning his luxurious gray suit jacket with a disciplined masculine movement. The dark eyes of the clan's financial expert gleamed, filled with a mix of curiosity and fierce passion that had been trapped inside his chest since last night's negotiation.

*knock knock* Knocking on the door for a good minute I still don’t get an answer, and when I try to open it the door is locked. “Alice, I have a key to the door, ya know? Either come unlock this door yourself or I will.” I shout jiggling the door knob with my right hand with my left hand against the door. I place my ear against the door to see if I can hear any movement but nothing. Worry and concern begging to consume me, taking out my keys, I unlock the door and swing it open. When I do I lock eyes with a sleeping Alice curled up in the circle loveseat with no clothes on besides what seems to be one of my blue button up shirts. Her head resting on the arm with her hair hanging over the edg

Knock Knock Knock The door to the Gold Residence didn't open right away when Abby knocked on it. It was getting cold during the day even though the sun was still shining in the sky, so she tightened her cheap robe. Standing at the door, Abby wondered if she should knock again. She would make an excuse that she wanted to visit her sister today. She was about to knock on the door again but suddenly the door opened. A teenage boy stood in front of the door with a lazy look. "Who?"

I guess I just have to wait for the right chance. Sighing, I pick out a book from the little bookshelf in my room and throw myself on my bed, ready to lose myself in the pages of the book. It may have been an hour or five minutes later when I hear the knock on my door. I close the book I'm reading, using a bookmark to mark where I'm currently in. Then I walk over to the door and open it. I expected to see my mom on the other side of the door, but she isn't the person standing in front of me.

Knuckles rap against my wooden door and I drop the book I'd been trying unsuccessfully to read the last two hours. My heart immediately accelerates. The last time I opened my door to a knock it wasn't good news. Quietly, so as not to let anyone figure out I'm here, I ninja-walk my way to the living room. My apartment is not that large, so it doesn't take long.