Knock Knock By Daniel Beaty Mga Nobela at Kwento

knock! The sound of my door being hit woke me up, I turned in my sleep yawning. Who could be that, I thought as my eyes moved heavily. The noise got louder, I took my phone checking the time and it was 11:36. Who is knocking on my door this harshly? I thought about going to my door. I opened and my eyes came in contact with blue orbs that were glaring at me. "Where is my food?" Everett asked, glaring at me. Food? What food?

There was actually the need for them to make sure that, they all get to do what was right at that moment. " Knock, knock, know....... " Becky knocked the door a number of times with out even getting to understand all what was going on at that time. It could be way more very exciting than the way that it was at that moment. " Knock, Know, know...... " Becky still Knocked a number of times as she was actually waiting for Azariah to answer from with in so that she could be able to see all what was going on at that time. It was quite a very important thing to have ever done at that moment as it was quite a very interesting and a very important thing to have ever done at that moment.

But the knock wouldn’t stop. “Who the fuck is that???”

Daniel's POV The knock came at nine forty three. I know the exact time because I had been sitting at my desk at home with the Singapore documentation finally receiving the attention it had been waiting for all week and I had looked at the clock when the knock arrived because unexpected knocks at nine forty three on a Wednesday evening were not something my building produced regularly. I was not expecting anyone. I got up. I looked through the door viewer. I stood there for a moment. Then I opened the door.

Then who could it be? At this time, the person who knocked on the door one by one, had already been standing outside her cubical, knocking on the door. Knock knock knock! This person knocked twice or thrice consecutively. She could feel the steady rhythm which gave away the stable personality of the person who knocked. Although Daniel would not do this, there was a person who would dare to break into ladies' room. Ellena's heart skipped a beat. She felt that it might be Edward…

A loud and persistent knock permeated Becca’s sleep, three days after her confrontation with Dan. She ignored it at first, in the hopes that if she did so long enough, whoever was at the door would go away. No such thing happened though, as the person persisted in knocking until she finally had to stand up grudgingly and pad to the door to open it. She did not know anyone here and had no idea who it might be, but when she got there, she saw that it was Dan’s wife who was standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

*Knock, Knock, knock* I no longer felt like I belonged. Everything just felt strange and so Modern. The knocking on the door just felt like background noise as I completely ignored it to focus on wallowing in my own misery. *Knock ,knock ,knock * I could hear the door slowly crack open but I still did not move from my spot on the bed. The darkness brought me comfort and made me feel more at home. Unfortunately for me the person who entered opened the blinds and light immediately flashed across the room and blinded my eyes.

It took immense effort to get Henry to sleep, which added to Daniel's frustration. Downstairs, he reached for a glass of water when the butler remembered something, handing him a note. "Mrs. Carter left this for you." Daniel frowned in confusion, wondering why a note instead of a text or call. He took the note and unfolded it. Then his fingers started shaking. There was only one word on the paper: Goodbye. It felt like a farewell. His heart sinking, he raced to Kimberly's room. The door opened, and he froze. The once-warm space was cold and empty now. Their wedding photo was torn and smashed on the floor.

After a full day of deliveries, I smelled terrible. I changed into a fresh set of clothes and headed out to the gym. On the way, I sent Stanley a message on WhatsApp. "Stanley, meet me at the gym. I'll show you how the other half live." He replied, "Alright, Connor. I'll be there shortly." I arrived at the gym soon after, and Stanley was already there.

Knock. At my door.