Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

“They can fucking wait.” The knocking turned into full-on banging fists hammering the door like they were trying to break it down. Then the downstairs intercom started going off: long, annoying buzzes that drilled right into my skull. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Nonstop. “Yo, Babe! Open up! We’re starving out here, Ava girllll!!!!!!” Chloe’s voice, muffled but pissed. Sarah chimed in, laughing but annoyed: “Come on, we’ve got pizza getting cold!”

*knock* *knock* A knock fell on her ears as her head snapped towards the door. She panicked thinking it was Evandros. She wasn't yet ready to face him but when she heard Agnes' voice, her stiff shoulders finally relaxed. She took a deep breath of relief and put her hands on her knees which were now fully healed.

I arched my back like a cat, catching my breath when someone interrupted. 'Knock-Knock-Knock!'

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

The knock wasn’t polite. It wasn’t even normal. It was the kind of knock that said I’m not asking, I’m entering - three sharp bangs, loud enough to rattle the chandelier above us. All four of my brothers straightened instantly. Rowan’s glass paused halfway to his mouth. Silas’s jaw locked. Kieran set his tumbler down with a quiet, deadly click. And Damon - Damon was already moving before any of us exhaled, crossing the room in three long steps.

a female voice came through the door, knocking. “Shit!”

As a matter of fact, she believed that she was his soulmate. “Just you wait. I’ll get you when you least expect it," Franco poked her nose causing her head to move slightly back. "You bet." But just as Chloe was about to lean in for a kiss, a sharp knock echoed from the front door, breaking the spell. They both froze, the playful atmosphere dissipating as they exchanged a puzzled glance. They wanted to be sure of the knock and so they paused, hoping that it would come again the second time. And it did.

A chuckle slipped past her lips as she nuzzled deeper into my chest, warm and content. I tilted my head, lips brushing against her temple. “Kiss me… like the way you did downstairs. I liked it.” Her head snapped up, a mischievous gleam flickering in her eyes. “Perv…” she teased, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. “Hm, hm…” I hummed with a grin, leaning closer, craving the taste of her all over again. Thud! Thud! The sudden knock pounded against the silence, shattering the fragile bubble we had built.

“See how wet you are for…” Knock! Knock! We froze…

With one deep breath, she finally found the courage to knock and when she did, all she got was silence Knock Silence Knock Silence She closed her eyes, her teeth holding onto her bottom lips tightly. She turned the knob of the door and watched as it opened up to a dark room. It was eerily quiet, almost like no one was inside. Sunny felt like a sheep walking into a lion’s den, scared, feeble and trembling.