Knock Knock By Daniel Beaty Novels & Stories

*Knock Knock Knock* This time my head shoots off the pillow and I startle Remi awake with me. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” he asks as he looks around in defensive mode. *Knock knock* He glances at me confused. “Who is here at…. 630am?” he asks as he checks his phone. “I have no idea.” I answer,, genuinely confused as well. “Want me to answer?” he asks and I debate it. “I’ll do it.” I decide in case its my sister or something. I slip out of bed, finding some leggings and grabbing Remi’s button up he was wearing yesterday slipping both on me.

Lucy's pov; Someone knocked on the door, waking me up. I brushed my eyes as I got up. Wait, who's knocking on my door? Nobody knows where I live. So who could it be? I put on my clothes and looked through the hole before opening the door. This is Daniel. How did he find this place? I opened the door and asked, "How do you know where I live? Are you following me?" He walked in like he owned the place. I closed the door and said, "I asked you a question, sir."

I don’t knock politely. I hammer my knuckles into the door, loud and deliberate. From inside, I hear it, his voice, sharp and irritated. “We’re busy! Piss off!” My jaw tightens. I lift my hand again and knock. This time, not random. Rhythm. Deliberate. One beat, two, a pause, then a short staccato line. A tune. Something stupid, catchy. I need to move. The door swings open fast, yanked with an annoyed grunt. Mark’s glare is immediate. “What the hell do you want—”

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

Knock Knock The sound of knocking on the door was really loud, like tapping using internal power. Knock Knock Again, even though the first beat had not yet ten seconds passed. “Excuse me ---“ Tuti, who was just about to say, was cut off. The door she knocked on finally opened. Showing Anjani’s tiny face who came out of it. “What’s the matter?” asked Anjani kindly. Even though Anjani knows that behind the mothers there is Nisya who frowns in fear, I don’t know what the girl is afraid of.

It’s the silence before the storm. And tonight, the storm found me again. It was late—close to midnight—when I heard the knock on the door. Three slow, deliberate knocks that sent a chill crawling down my spine. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Noah was asleep upstairs, curled in bed after a week of school exams. I hesitated at the threshold, hand on the lock. Part of me knew. The irrational part hoped it was just a student, a neighbor, someone who needed help. But when I opened the door and saw him—Daniel—standing there, soaked in rain, eyes burning with obsession and desperation…

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.

He grabbed his guitar as I could hear girls start to whisper to their friends. He strapped up and the drums counted them off. Jessie started strumming and it was awesome. He leaned in to the microphone. I recognized the son instantly as Just the Girl by The Click Five. I was in shock, with my jaw on the floor. I was staring wide eyed at Jessie as sang, his eyes not leaving me for a second. My heart was pounding in my chest and by the heat in my face, I knew it was the most red it had ever been in my life.

----------Knock knock--------- Sh*t, I must have dozed off. I look at my watch and it's almost 11. I look at the bottle of wine on the table, it's almost empty. I am a mess, no doubt about that. I gather all the drunken strength in me and walk over to the door. As soon as I grab the handle, I stop. It's not Natalia. She won't ever knock, She's got the keys.

Chapter 99 Knox's ringing tone pulled him out of his deep slumber, and he groaned tiredly as he reached out for it, swiping the answer button without checking who the caller was. "He...hello Sir... This is Becca, Mr. Daniel's personal maid," Hearing the feminine voice quivering from the other end, he sprang up to a sitting position as his eyes suddenly cleared of sleep. "What happened? Is Grandpa ok?" He asked as he glanced at the wall clock and found out that it was midnight.