Knock At The Cabin Door 소설 & 이야기

After Caleb cuts off the engine and gets out of the vehicle, I wait patiently in the cart for him to return. But my eyes widen as I hear muffled shouts, vivid to me ears, crescendoing through the walls of the cabin after the engine fully dies down. I'm positive Caleb hears what I'm hearing as well, but to my surprise, he continues jogging up the steps like it's a regular Tuesday, pounding his fist on the frame of the screened door. He knocks three times. Nothing. He pauses and knocks a few times more. Still, nothing.

My eyes flew open. The loft bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the dying fire downstairs. Kane’s heavy arm was draped over my waist, his naked body curled protectively around mine from behind. His cock rested soft and warm against my ass, and I could still feel the sticky remnants of his multiple loads leaking from between my thighs. The sound came again, louder this time. Definitely real. My heart slammed against my ribs. Who the hell would be knocking on the cabin door in the middle of a blizzard at... I glanced at the old wind-up clock on the nightstand... almost 3 a.m.?

“Knock” “Knock” I feel the tension in the air when all of us stare at the door. Exchanging glances with me after a few moments, Alpha Erickson turns his attention to the screen that shows the area in front of the door. Seeing Omega Jonathan, and that he is badly wounded, he rushes to the door and punches in the 4-digit number before it opens. As soon as it does, Erickson steps forward and grabs a hold of him before pulling him in.

Who was at her door in the middle of the night? Cassia sat still, staring at the door. Another knock, louder this time, echoed through the apartment. "Cassia, I know you're in there." She recognized that voice. But what was he doing at her doorstep at this hour? She clenched her fists, debating whether to pretend she wasn’t home. But the knocking didn’t stop. It grew louder, more insistent. "Cassia! Open the door! I’m not leaving until you do." A neighbor’s muffled voice cursed from the other side of the wall, and Cassia sighed in frustration. She couldn’t afford to make a scene.

I was on the verge of taking her, ready to throw all caution to the wind, when the cabin shuddered. Taylor and I broke away, both sitting up with a start. The cabin rocked again as if being assaulted by heavy winds, but the lack of movement from the trees outside told me that wasn’t the case. I lifted my chin and sniffed the air, trying to determine the cause, when loud knocks sounded at the door. I glanced at Taylor, her eyes wide as saucers. Someone had found us.

That's why I assume the knock at the door is the sound of my comb snapping. But I hear it again—low but insistent knocking. My eyes widen, heartbeat thrumming in my ears. Nobody ever knocks on my door. Legally they should wait at the lobby until I come down to get them. Security protocol. But there is an actual knock on my door. My eyes dart to the kitchen. Can I make it there before the door gets kicked in? Or is Lucas back to offer more vague apologies? I squeeze the comb harder and cross the living room.

A chill crawled down Seraphina's spine. "What does that mean?" Finn looked toward the door. "It means they're killers." The room fell silent. The wind howled against the cabin walls. Then— Knock. Knock. Knock. Every person inside froze. The sound came from the front door. Slow. Deliberate. Almost polite. Another knock followed. A smile spread across Ronan's face. But there was no humor in it. "That's not good." The knocking stopped. Then a male voice drifted through the storm.

With that Robin cups Cammie’s chin in his hand and brings their mouths together for a deep, sensual kiss. After the kiss a long moment passes before Cammie manages to squeeze sound from her mouth, she whispers back, “Hhhm, I think I do too”. Just then a loud… Thud, Thud, Thud! Someone is knocking at the door of the cabin. Unceremoniously they are both violently jerked from their intimate moment and thrown into panic. Robin jumps and is on guard almost immediately, not being used to having many visitors up this way, and adding to that fact that there was all the commotion from the previous days events. He must still be on high alert.

KNOCK KNOCK And just at that moment, a loud knock thundered through my doors. I came down from my bed and opened it. “Zayne!” I said outloud, my voice tinged with shock than anything else. He stood outside my door, a remorseful look worn on his face. “Why are you here?” I asked in a stern voice.

My entire body goes still. Because I recognize her laugh instantly. And another laugh follows. Male. Carter. Something dark and possessive rises inside me so violently it nearly overwhelms my control completely. Without thinking I reach for the chamber doors. And shove them open. KIANA POV The Knock at Midnight, “Kiana… open the door.” I freeze the moment I hear the voice. Carter. For a second, I think I imagined it. But then another knock follows. Softer this time. “Kiana?”