Novel & Cerita Knock Knock By Daniel Beaty

KNOCK KNOCK "Miss Amelthia!! Its morning. Wake up." He waited for a response but when he got none so he knocked again. KNOCK KNOCK "Miss Amelthia??!" Amelthia woke up on the sound of the door knocking. She got up and stretched her arms out yawning. She got out of the bed. She opened the door her hairs a mess and her still yawning. But as soon as she noticed Felix standing at the door she slammed shut the door again. Her running a marathon. " oh-...."

Knock! Knock! Knock! "Go away!" I groaned, shifting closer to that warmth beside me, sighing in content but the annoying knock came again and I groaned again, opening my mouth to chase it away but a hand suddenly clapped over my mouth, shutting me up while my eyes flew open and widened when I stared into a pair of dark grey orbs. My brows narrowed in confusion, letting out a struggling sound from my throat but he brought a finger to his lips, silencing me

Ryder's name lit the screen. "Leaving now. Be there in twenty." My stomach flipped—nerves, anticipation, a flicker of guilt I quickly shoved down. I typed back one word. "Okay." I changed quickly. Black dress—the one that hugged every curve, low neckline, high slit. Red lipstick. Loose hair. No jewelry. Just me. Raw. Ready. Twenty minutes later a soft knock came at the bedroom door. "Ma'am? There's a gentleman downstairs. He says he's expected."

Abby swallowed hard, torn between fear and the surge of something dangerously close to hope. In the kitchen, Daniel sat at the table, his phone glowing in the darkness. He had been silent for hours, scrolling through contacts, checking feeds, scanning whatever networks he still had access to from his days on the streets. He wasn’t Edward, with his private security and limitless resources, but Daniel had something else—instinct. He knew when trouble was circling. And tonight, trouble was closer than any of them wanted to admit. The knock came just after midnight. It was soft. Too soft.

I felt small, foolish and used. A knock came an hour later. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. I knew it was him even before I checked the peephole. Daniel stood on my doorstep, looking like a concerned boyfriend, his blonde hair slightly tousled, eyes wide with what looked like genuine worry. He was still wearing the same shirt from the lounge. “Babe? You in there? I went to the lounge and you weren’t there, I got really worried.”

In her heart Alina asked herself: How much longer before I'm completely erased? Thirty minutes later... There was a knock on the bedroom door. Alina knew it wasn't Mrs. Helen who came. But, Daniel. Alina could tell from the way of knocking—firm, three times, with measured intervals. She didn't move from the bed, staring at the wall with empty eyes. Another knock, accompanied by a call. "Alina." Daniel's voice muted through the thick wooden door, but still commanding. Still expecting compliance. "I know you're not sleeping. Open the door."

I did one last check before leaving while the guest list remained safely folded and pressed against my ribs, my phone was fully charged, and the small notebook where I’d started tracking everything was tucked well inside my coat. I’d begun writing details down exactly the way Dana taught us in class: dates, times, and exact words because memory becomes unreliable when people start lying, but paper never does. I was reaching for the door handle when I heard the knock and I paused. That definitely wasn’t housekeeping,their knocks are usually soft and hesitant, like they're hoping you aren't inside but this was entirely different,two sharp knocks, a brief pause, and two more. It was precise an

No! “You’re uncle,” he breathed, staring at the door, his eyes wide and feral. “No, I was lying!” He snapped his head back to look at me, a question in his eyes, when the knock sounded again, and then the worst voice possible rose, muffled by the door. “Kels? Kels, it’s Daniel. I know it’s been hell, but please... We need to talk.” I tensed as Cain’s lips peeled back from his teeth and a deep, menacing growl began in his throat.

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.

This was the only way Kasey thought she could hurt Heather the most after taking her man away from her. And now, she has achieved her objective. But right at that moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door. Kasey shot a glance at the door and lowered herself to whisper, “So you’d better be on your best behavior. Anger me any further, and I’ll have the little brat ripped to shreds.” Kasey then retracted her leg and turned to face the door, where Daniel, Kurt, and Percy stood. Daniel was instantly able to identify what was going on inside the house.