Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

Knock! Knock! The sound of knuckles rapping gently against the hard wood of the door tore the immaculate silence. There was an ongoing exam for the third year students of John Hewitt High school. The exam was meant to determine the future classes for the senior year and the students worked hard for this particular day. The intelligent ones desire to belong in the star class while the others’ goal was to simply pass the brain-wrecking exam and survive the whole year knowing that they are rightfully placed and will not be retained.

*knock* *knock* " yes! " Theo answered the door in the morning as he woke up after the knocking on the door. He looked at the sleeping bear over his chest and massaged her scalp as she stirred in her sleep due to the noises. " I was wondering would you like to have some early morning tea? " the woman questioned from the other side of the door as Theo didn't care to open the door and answer her properly. He didn't even climb down the bed let alone answer the door. " Thank you so much but we are tired " Theo responded and again went to sleep. However, Ira's call disturbed him, and this time Jeevika woke up.

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The banging comes again, this time sounding more like loud knocks. “Someone is at the door.”

I set my stick down, wiped my hands against my jeans, and barely took a step before a voice piped up. “Cass, you leaving already?” I turned to see Jay leaning against the table, a beer in one hand, smirk lazy. Beside him, some dude I barely remembered raised a brow. “Carrie Mercer’s about to take her top off for a dare,” he grinned, swirling a drink in his hand. “You sure you wanna miss that?” I laughed, like I gave a shit. Like I was still that guy. Then I grabbed my jacket and strolled past them without looking back.

Knock, knock, knock! The knocker was surprisingly polite, only three knocks, each perfectly timed. Julia was on the brink of realizing a long-held wish, and that knocking was not about to mess up her groove. She was ready to press on! Knock, knock, knock! The persistent knocking sounded again, as if the person would not stop until the door came down. Walter's heart, all tied up in knots, found the knocking to be a godsend, a few gentle raps pulling him back from the brink of doom.

"I will give you a kiss if you let me in." She huffed. "Will you stop?" He scrunched his face up. "Mmmm; nope." He grinned. "Knock-knock." She rolled her eyes again and removed her hand from his. He was undeterred. "Knock-knock." "You said you'd stop, Declan." "You didn't open the door," he protested. She gave him a pointed look. "Who's there?" "Nobel." "Nobel who?" "Nobel, so I knocked!" He snickered. "There is no bell to ring, so I knocked."

She won't ever knock, She's got the keys. -------- KNOCK KNOCK-------- The knocking goes louder and louder each time I step back in terror. I cover my ears from keeping myself to listen to my death. Eventually, the knocking stopped. I control my rapid breathing by covering my mouth with my hand. I close the gap between the door-nob and me, Suddenly, someone bangs the door as if they are trying to break it. I ran towards my room so fast that I was followed by an animal trying to make me his dinner.

It would be too embarrassing to handle. [Knock!] [Knock!!] [Knock!!!]

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?