Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

And without that, the routine would be incomplete. Nobody wanted to stand on top of the pyramid, so I had to volunteer and then participate in the routine. I jumped with my partner and we completed the pyramid routine without incident _ but as I was about to come down, I became dizzy and my feet slipped, causing me to fall to the ground and blank out... I awoke a few moments later and saw myself in the nurses' ward. Daniella walked in, along with the rest of the cheerleaders; everyone was concerned about me, and they were not the only ones who came to see me when I awoke.

*Knock, Knock, knock* I no longer felt like I belonged. Everything just felt strange and so Modern. The knocking on the door just felt like background noise as I completely ignored it to focus on wallowing in my own misery. *Knock ,knock ,knock * I could hear the door slowly crack open but I still did not move from my spot on the bed. The darkness brought me comfort and made me feel more at home. Unfortunately for me the person who entered opened the blinds and light immediately flashed across the room and blinded my eyes.

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Then came the knock. I opened the door to find Andrew. Soaked. Holding take-out and a portable charger like offerings to a goddess he wasn’t sure still prayed. “You followed me,” I said. He shrugged. “Checked the emergency contact list in HR. And your doorman likes me.” I let him in. He set the food on the table, then lit a candle with a practiced flick. “We used to do blackout drills,” he said. “Remember? Middle school science fair.” “You cheated,” I muttered. “Brought a hand-cranked generator.”

Knock knock I knocked on Kane's door slowly. While waiting for the man to open the door, I began to look myself up and down. Hopefully he doesn't feel allergic if he sees me wearing tacky clothes like this. An ankle-length skirt, an oversized and tacky pink shirt, thick glasses, fake moles, and hair tied in two. Great! My appearance is absolutely disgusting. I really wonder to myself why I prepared this outfit before flying to Switzerland. But all because of Kane. The man repeatedly told me to look tacky in front of him. So I suddenly had this outfit ready in my suitcase, even though when I put all this outfit in my suitcase, I was determined not to wear it. But it's become somewhat useful n

“At least your love life’s never boring. I mean, two brothers? That’s like… Olympic-level relationship management. I don’t know how you’re not charging admission.” “I think you’re living a soap opera, and I’m the best friend who gets to watch it live. Of course I think it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, but her grin was contagious, and before long we were laughing — not because it was funny, but because if we didn’t, I might cry. The laugh died when the knock came. It wasn’t normal knocking. Not just a polite tap tap. No. No pauses. No waiting for a reply. Just a steady, heavy thud like whoever it was had decided they were getting in one way or another.

Three knocks, quick and even. Noelle was the only person who knocked like that. I heard Stetson reach the door first. Heard it open, heard him say hey. And there it was, that small shift in his voice, the recalibration that happened every single time it was her. He got to casual about half a beat late. I’d been watching that for a while now. I was pretty sure he had no idea.

I said to a customer over the phone. 'Knock-Knock-Knock!' the person interrupted again. "Who the heck is that?" 'Knock-Knock-Knock!' "Sorry, I'll call you in a minute." The words rushed out of me while I cut the call. 'Knock-Knock-Knock!' "Who is that? Come in!" "Happy birthday to you, Mummy. Happy birthday to you."

Who was he referring to? Knock! Knock! Knock! echoed through the candle lit hallway as my knuckles painfully hit Christian's door. There was quite a ruckus behind the door then silence. Swinging on my heels, I waited for the door to swing open. The silence was deafening. Puzzled I knocked again. There was a click revealing a very shirtless, sweaty Christian. ''Oh-Urr- Hello there.....'' He huffed eyes wide. ''........Urmm Hi?.....'' I quirked.

Timika Knock! Knock! Knock! A faint knock reaches my ears, the sound so far away. It’s becoming louder with each knock, pulling me from the amazing dream I was having …. Those large, strong hands around my waist. “Ugh,” I groan… Why? I want to go back. I tuck my head under the comfy duvet. Knock. Knock. Knock!!! Three fast knocks follow.