Knock At The Cabin Door Novels & Stories

Then, the floorboards outside groaned. It was a tiny sound, barely audible over the whistling wind, but we both heard it. Clara froze against me, her breath catching in her throat. My muscles locked, every nerve in my body screaming at me to move, to fight, to do something. A second later, a soft, polite knock echoed on the cabin door.

"Knock" "Knock" I hear someone at the door and wonder who on earth it could possibly be. When I open it, I am even more curious because I have no idea who this woman is. "I am Ms. Goodberry your wedding planner. Your soon to be husband hired me to help you out. He said you were undecided on many things and he wants to make sure you have the most beautiful wedding money can buy, as it will be your last."

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.

I smiled, my eyes still closed, and reached for him, my fingers sliding into his hair. “Good morning,” I murmured, my voice husky with sleep. He nuzzled the fresh mating mark on my shoulder, making me shiver. “The best morning,” he replied, his own voice a low rumble. He leaned in to kiss me again, his body shifting over mine, and I was just about to pull him down when a sharp, impatient knock rattled the cabin door. We froze. Who could it be? No one comes out this far to the woods.

But of course, beautiful moments are bound to meet its end. A gentle knock sounded from the door of Ainar’s cabin. For a moment, the two of them ignore it, silently hoping that whoever it was outside would just go away. It’s the first time someone has visited or even knocked at the cabin. Gavin wonders who it is. He briefly wonders if it’s someone sent to get Ainar already. That’s not impossible, right? Another knock resounded from the door, louder this time. Gavin pulled away to sit up, eyeing the door contemplatively.

Year 1863 Knock ... knock, knock ... Thea turned around. Without even opening the door, she knew who was standing behind it. The beat was Kay's signature beat. Thea ignored him. She did not move an inch from her place. Knock... knock, knock ... One… two… three… four… five… he counted to himself and a third beat was heard. Knock ... knock, knock ... This time Thea counted to ten and the door opened.

The moment that he reached the door, he raised his knuckles and knocked at the wooden door. No answer. He knocked again. This time he pounds the door with force. Still no response from the inside. Finally, Boone decided to turn the knobs. Fortunately it is unlocked. He barged in only to see that there’s no one inside. “Oh. He’s still not here yet.” He uttered to himself. Then an idea popped up in his head. “You better prepare, Finn.” A smile formed on his lips as he made his way through the curtain.

I just grunted, not bothering with words. I hung up and sprawled out on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Maybe my mom had a point. I would give it a few days, and things would look up. A month went by. I clocked out early that day, and I got home by 5:30 p.m. Stepping out of the elevator, I was greeted by three men at my door. Dressed in black jackets, they were in a heated discussion with the building's management. "If she's not home, she's not home. We'll wait," they said.

* KNOCK * KNOCK * Before Sierra could make up her mind, suddenly there was a knock on the door. Colton and Sierra jumped up in shock. He quickly went to grab his clothes. “Miss Sierra, you have a guest coming,” one of the guards yelled through the door. “It’s your cousin,” “Oh, o-okay, s-send her up,” Sierra yelled back, then she raced to the door to lock it. Meanwhile, Colton had finished wearing his clothes back on. He headed for the window and Sierra followed him.

‘Knock’ Knock’ A soft knock echoed twice on Camila’s room door while she lazily stormed up from the bed and strolled to the door. She pulled it open and leaned on the door. In front of her was her worst nightmare: a man standing there with a well-equipped shotgun in his hands. Camila gulped and looked away.