Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

Surrogate:119: Just at this moment… Knock, knock, knock... The urgent knocking on the door shattered the tender moment between them. “Ms. Crowther, Leah is awake. How are we going to settle this? The police have arrived.” Chloe suddenly came to her senses, pushed Kelvin off, and quickly sat up. Knock, knock, knock… “Ms. Crowther, are you there?” Jenny sounded doubtful as he knocked on the door. Chloe took a deep breath and

PLAKK PLAKK PLAKK" The sound of footsteps Then soon there was a knock on the door "Knock Knock Knock" The sound of knocking the door Someone's voice came from outside the door saying "General General" said a man The General said "Who please come in" said the General There was the sound of the door opening and closing again The General said "Oh you, Kojima, what is the latest information?" Asked the General "Our general has made a new tool which is very sophisticated" Kojima said while showing the tool.

Knock knock knock Knock knock Knock! "Eric dear, it is Sunday and we better prepare for church. I just need to wake up my heavy sleeping daughter." I heard my mom's voice echo from the passage. At first I thought I was dreaming until it dawned onto to me how much shit I was in. I quickly woke Eric up, I was sleeping on his chest. He was sleeping soundly but it was the wrong time to day dream. "Mrs. Winters, I will be right down." Eric yelled staying stagnant in bed pulling me close to his chest. He didn't seem to be in knock mode like I was.

I don’t knock politely. I hammer my knuckles into the door, loud and deliberate. From inside, I hear it, his voice, sharp and irritated. “We’re busy! Piss off!” My jaw tightens. I lift my hand again and knock. This time, not random. Rhythm. Deliberate. One beat, two, a pause, then a short staccato line. A tune. Something stupid, catchy. I need to move. The door swings open fast, yanked with an annoyed grunt. Mark’s glare is immediate. “What the hell do you want—”

Knock. At my door.

"Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom." I said it at the same time he did—quiet, but dead on. The room lit up like someone dropped a firecracker. "Hahaha, Vanessa, you finally stopped pretending." "C'mon, with our status, who needs the good-girl act?" "Keep it hidden and you're golden. Glen's deaf. He'll never know." The second they said my name, Vanessa's smile cracked. Her face iced over. "Don't let Glen know about this."

Nadia had an evil look on her face, and a sinister smile tugged at the corner of her lips. I raised an eyebrow, sensing trouble. But before I could stop her, she lifted her gown and ran to the center of the stage with her high heels clacking against the ground noisily. "My test is called The Truth Game!" Nadia's voice boomed through the microphone, echoing into every corner of the hotel hall. She said bossily, "No matter what I ask you in a moment, you must answer truthfully within five seconds. If you fail to answer, I have a severe punishment in store for you."

I was feeling so good till. "Knock knock!" Someone chimes from the door. I recognize that voice. Nicko stopped immediately. "Fuck!" He groan in anger. T.B.C

The tension in the air was thick and heavy. Henry frowned at the burgers on the table, his nose wrinkling slightly. "Reheated burgers aren't fresh, Mom. I want doughnuts." Daniel coaxed him, "Your mom already made these, Henry. Let's not waste them. You can have doughnuts tomorrow, okay?" "No! I want them now!" Henry refused, his voice rising in a tantrum. Never patient with Henry's outbursts, Daniel started to scold him. But Siena interrupted, her tone sweet and conciliatory. "Kimberly, I hear your doughnuts are amazing. I'd love to try them."

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]