Funniest Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

'Hahahaha' I heard myself laugh out but I couldn't control myself. 'Knock! Knock!! Knock!!!' I heard a knock on the door.

He lamented, his hand on his chest feigning hurt. “You talk too much,” Jonathan gave him a knock on the head, his eyes not leaving the road. “Ouch!” Brian cried. “What the hell was that for?” He stared daggers at Jonathan. “You want to cause an accident with your glare?” Jonathan asked. “That knock was a little too loud,” I said, chuckling silently. “I know right?” Brian agreed. “Wait! Are you mocking me?” He said swiftly turning to face me. “I would never do that,” I said, folding my lips inward to suppress my laughter.

'knock-knock-knock' The voice is came back. This time I know where it came from. From the mirror. The knocking got louder. The mirror vibrates. As if anything it wanted to break out. I'm getting scared. This is impossible. Or maybe there's something in the cupboard? But what?

Ella seemed to notice this, and apparently decided to take it upon herself to lighten the mood. “Daddy,” she said, swinging her legs from her car seat, “Grandma taught me a new joke tonight. Can I tell you?” “Sure.” “Okay. Knock knock!” “Who’s there?” “Orange!” “Orange who?” “Orange you glad to see me?” I chuckled at Ella’s pun, but Edrick only exhaled sharply through his nose and returned to staring silently out the window. Ella looked over at me with a puzzled expression on her face. I reached out and squeezed her hand.

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

“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.

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

We continued talking for a while and he told me about the progress he had made in Country N. He continued his narration till a knock came on the door interrupting us. "Come in," I said. The door creaked open and Jones strode in. "I'm glad to see you awake, how are you feeling? I hope you won't be tearing anyone's clothes again," As he taunted me, he and Roman began laughing but I didn't find any of their mockery funny. So, I kept quiet, folded my arms, and pouted my lips. "Are you both done?" I asked angrily when both of them refused to stop their annoying laughter.

Harry knocked at the door but no one opened. A neighbour heard the persistent knock and came to check. “You just missed her, she has just gone to work and she will be back in the evening,” the neighbour said. “Don't keep on knocking like a mad person she is not in. You should learn that if you knock once and there is no answer that means that there is no one in the house. You look educated but you can't tell that,”he continued. His would made Harry boil with rage