Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

Mirabel replied as she rested her whole body against the couch and sighed. A knock echoed off the door. “I ll get it, our burger is here finally,” Cercei said as she hopped up and walked towards her door entrance then she squished the door open immediately. “Ohhhhhh———,” Aaron stammered as he was extremely shocked that he ran at a loss of the right word to use in that instance.

Dan knocked twice loud and twice soft. “Is that a message?” I asked him pertaining to how he would knock. “Member's way of knowing who is entering. Whether enemy or ally.” He explained. “What if I tried it, but I'm not a member. It's very easy to discover and imitate.” I curiously commented. He chuckled at what I said.

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.

Period. But a vampire? They just apparently deteriorate into a sack of flesh and then bones after long enough. I was stupid enough to look it up online and instantly regretted it. When I hear the doorknob rattle, it's all I do all I can to get my shit together. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “Grandma!! Grandma’s here,” Gage shouts, as I lift my head from one wall, and take two steps back to lean it against another.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

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.

Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal White’s office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. “Come in,” he said. “Good afternoon, Principal White,” Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. “Please, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern.

No wonder he’s always horny. A knock sounds at the door. Why is he knocking? I open the door to see Ang standing in front of me. “I came to get you for dinner.” My face drops. “Where’s Mac?” “Apparently something is going on. I don’t know. The boys aren’t back yet, either. Chelsea said she saw them and they said to go without them.” “Oh, okay.” “Hopefully everything is alright,” she mutters as we walk down the hall. “What do you mean?”

That knocking sound somehow made Gerald feel uneasy. “Anyone behind the door, please knock three times instead of two!” ordered Gerald coldly. His obsessive compulsive disorder wouldn’t allow that trivial stuff to be overlooked. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! “Who’s there?” asked Gerald as he approached the door. “Nobel,” answered the person behind the door. That voice was clearly Cedric. It seemed like he was in the mood for some knock-knock jokes. Curious, Gerald went along with that while opening the door, “Nobel who?”

Knock knock knock I don't answer the door, I'm too tired to move Knock Knock knock I still don't move I hear my door open and I know automatically who it is because of his smell. "Athena" he whispers I don't answer I just hug myself tighter, I hear him close the door and come to my bed and sit down, I can feel his stare on me but I don't look at him or even speak. He just sighs and begins to speak