Funniest Knock Knock Jokes Novels & Stories

* means thirds person pov and ** means back to first-person pov. Enjoy. --- "Knock knock", Elijah finally asked after I Literally begged him to do something because I was super bored. It was Thursday evening and we were doing our homework and then I finished mine and got bored so I decided to bother him. "Cow says", I said biting my lip to control my laughter as I look at him with fun-filled eyes, and he threw me an amused look, his lips twitching upwards in a smile as well.

******* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock * I was still in deep sleep my eyes barely opened when I heard that someone was knocking hard on my bed room's door. But I was too tired to open the door so I covered my ears from the pillow and pulled the blanket back on me. I shouldn't have to stay at the party the whole night, I knew it, the hangover will take me. I won't do that mistake again but I need sleep. *knock* *knock*

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

Then—knock, knock. I groaned, my face buried in the pillow. “Oh my god… who the hell is that?” I mumbled, not moving an inch. Across the room, Cindy kicked her bedside drawer in frustration, half undressed, her shirt halfway off. “I swear, if it’s another idiot from the boys’ dorm, I’m going to kill someone,” she muttered under her breath. We both stayed still, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again. This time, louder. More persistent.

And when the sun comes up the next morning— KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Someone’s at the door.

After paying for our coffees we went to the apartments and looked for the unit number. *knock, knock, knock* “Dude why do you have to do a cop knock?” I asked Joel. He looked at me incredulously. “What the hell is a cop knock?” He asked. I sighed, dumbass. The door then opened and some beef cake opened up. “Can I help ya’ll?” He asked in his southern drawl. “We’re looking for Garrett.” I answered. “Yo Garrett, it’s for you.” He left the door cracked and walked off. We stood there waiting until a tall, built blonde haired guy walked up.

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?”

Chapter 32 Naunet's pov "Knock knock ! "Who's there ? "Who's there who ? "Who ? "I don't know ! *Hahaha* "You are so funny Luisa ,I chuckled, holding my stomach which was already aching from all the laughing I had been doing.

“My parents want us for family dinner tonight at seven. Important guests will be there. Dress nicely. I’ll pick you up at six.” I stayed quiet. “You okay?” he asked casually. “Yes,” I replied softly. “Good. Love you.” He hung up. Those words felt completely empty now. The thought of pretending again tonight made me feel suffocated. Before I could change my mind, I messaged the stranger from the gala. “I can’t meet today. Family obligation. Sorry.” His reply came fast. “Not the type to give up easily. Come to my apartment instead. 2 pm. Just talk. No pressure.”

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"