Hob Knocker Meaning Novels & Stories

Cannon kept to his word as promised, he stayed right by her side while she slept. It's been hours but to him, it felt like nothing so long as he has her by his side. While he admired his bunny lost in thought, three knocks came on the door grabbing his attention. Normally, he won't have a response but then he could tell things ain't alright. According to the roles he's placed for his people, a three knock should be a sign to indicate an emergency or else, it shouldn't be heard.

After he was denied entry, he stopped turning the doorknob and knocked on the door instead. Knock, knock.

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

meaning they were the one knocking. Jesus!!!! I'm dead... TBC.

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

"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."

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."

Knock. At my door.

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.

*knock* *knock* A knock fell on her ears as her head snapped towards the door. She panicked thinking it was Evandros. She wasn't yet ready to face him but when she heard Agnes' voice, her stiff shoulders finally relaxed. She took a deep breath of relief and put her hands on her knees which were now fully healed.