A Knock At The Door Book Novels & Stories

“Knock” “Knock” I hear a pounding sound from the door and realize that it is the owner and this time he means business because when I look out the window before opening the door, I notice that he looks pissed. Murmuring softly before opening it, “I bet he heard the commotion and is here to get rid of me, if not worse.”

‘Knock’ Knock’ A soft knock echoed twice on Camila’s room door while she lazily stormed up from the bed and strolled to the door. She pulled it open and leaned on the door. In front of her was her worst nightmare: a man standing there with a well-equipped shotgun in his hands. Camila gulped and looked away.

“I can bet that if any Luna try these dumb steps, their Alpha will never have any thing to do with them.” “This is so grossed and disgusting.“ “If the Coma Luna is really reading this and practicing it then I’m sure that the Alpha will stay far away from her.” I croaked with disbelief. I was still thinking about how gross the book is when I heard a knock on the door. “Hope that person knocking isn’t going to give me another lunacy book because I won’t be able to survive with that. “ I murmured. The person knock in on the door to my chambers, announcing it’s arrival. "Come in," my voice called out.

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

I don’t even fully understand what I am. I become so lost in the book, absorbed in the words, that I jump when a sudden knock echoes through the room. My heart pounds. I snap the book shut, turning toward the door, my breath catching in my throat. Why would someone be knocking on the bedroom door? I sit frozen for a brief second, my heart still racing from the unexpected knock. With a steadying breath, I push myself off the bed and walk cautiously toward the door. My fingers wrap around the handle as I slowly pull it open, unsure of what, or who to expect.

I still needed to read a few chapters of the new book that I had been reading. Just then, a knock came on my door and it made my heart skip a beat. It was so sudden, it took me aback. I got to my feet and walked over to the door, contemplating if it was Ethan or someone else. If it was Ethan then the dinner was real. I felt tingles in my belly at the thought of it. I turned the doorknob and pushed the door back. On the other side of the door, I saw a man in the driver’s uniform. They had a common uniform hence I recognized a driver in a heartbeat.

Because every time I close my eyes I see his face. Hear his voice. Feel his grip. And something in my chest tightens in a way I do not understand. Time passes. Slow. Uncertain. And just when I begin to drift A knock echoes at my door. Soft. Careful. But too late for visitors. My breath stills. I sit up slowly. Listening. Another knock. This time Clearer. Deliberate. And a voice follows Low Familiar And impossible to ignore “Kiana… open the door.”

There was another knock on the door. ‎What’s with these people and the knocks? ‎Before I could answer, the door opened. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED -FOUR *"I am nothing like my brother. I don't tolerate emotions."* He was reading the papers when a knock on the door, distracted him. The knock went twice again, following a pattern. He knew who it was. It was signal. He went to the door and unlocked it. A pair of grey eyes stared up at him. "Took you long enough to open the goddamn door! Just let me in already." It was late outside.

not a thumbs up, nothing. I was just about to force myself to close my eyes when a knock sounded. It wasn't a normal knock. It was a weak, barely-there thud against the wood. Like someone leaned against the door and slipped. I froze. I scrambled off my twin bed, stepping over a pile of laundry I hadn't put away, and unlocked the door. I expected a drunk hall-mate. Or maybe an RA complaining about the noise. I pulled the door open and stopped breathing. Denver.