A Knock At The Door Book 소설 & 이야기

Year 1863 Knock ... knock, knock ... Thea turned around. Without even opening the door, she knew who was standing behind it. The beat was Kay's signature beat. Thea ignored him. She did not move an inch from her place. Knock... knock, knock ... One… two… three… four… five… he counted to himself and a third beat was heard. Knock ... knock, knock ... This time Thea counted to ten and the door opened.

How was that girl supposed to be some world-ending monster? I rubbed my temples. The headache building behind my eyes was becoming unbearable. A sudden knock echoed through the house. I jumped. My heart nearly launched out of my chest. Who was visiting at this hour? Another knock. I sighed heavily. Then pushed away from the table. The book remained open behind me. I walked toward the front door. The knocking came again. Impatient this time. "Coming," I called. When I finally pulled the door open... I froze. Ike.

KNOCK! A loud knock rattled Anna’s bedroom door. She stilled, her body tense, and Vincenzo’s hands tightened on her hips. KNOCK! KNOCK! Another knock followed. "Ignore it," Vincenzo breathed, thrusting his cock up into Anna’s pussy. The knocking continued, persistent. “Stop,” Anna whispered, panic threading through her pleasure. “Someone’s at the door.” Vincenzo paused, his body rigid beneath her. They both turned their heads to look at the bedroom door.

**Knock Knock Knock** Here goes nothing. I knocked firmly on his door three times and waited for a response. The response I got was complete silence. Is he asleep…or did something bad happen to him? I bit my lower lip as I knocked again on his door, this time harder and louder than before. Once again, all I heard was silence. There was no response or any sounds of movement on the other side of the door. Hayden…are you ok? I felt like time had frozen and everything was happening in slow motion as I reached out my hand grasp the doorknob. I took in a deep breath and held it before slowly turning it. It turned, the room was unlocked.

Knock. At my door.

“Knock” “Knock” As I sit on the couch reading, I hear a knock at the door which startles me a little. Enough to make me drop my book. “Dang it.” I murmur under my breath when I must find my bookmark and try to remember which page I was on. When I see the page, I place the bookmark in it carefully and stand up. Hearing the knock again, I walk to the door and ask, “Who is it?” Before waiting silently to the side.

Knock. The knock was abrupt, insistent, shattering the peaceful bubble Dan's phone call had wrapped around. Three sharp raps on the solid library door. My eyes flashed open. Reflexively, the smile still on my lips, I pushed back from the bookcase. The afterglow of Dan's words, the precarious sense of calm, propelled me forward on the faded Persian rug. My hand, almost by itself, felt for the cold brass doorknob. Maybe it's one of the workers with a question, I thought.

And when the sun comes up the next morning— KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Someone’s at the door.

It wasn't until 8pm that I heard a knock on the door. I'd almost lost my mind waiting for them. As I got to the door, I looked through the peephole and my mouth went dry. They were dressed in tight silk dresses, the both of them. There was another knock. I wasn't sure what to do next. It was obvious I'd walked into a trap. There was no wiggle room left for me. Just open up and focus on nothing else but the book. The book is more important. I convinced myself over and over until I believed it. I opened the door and let them in.

And they moved with the kind of precision that suggested they expected no one to cross them. A sudden knock at the door broke the quiet of Lena’s apartment. It was not a polite rap, but a series of sharp, deliberate blows. Lena froze, her hand hovering over her notebook. It was too late for Adam, and too early for any of the late-night drunks she occasionally had to shoo away from her building. She crept into the peephole and looked out.