Knock Knock Comic Novels & Stories

Grampa filled my glass with lemonade and gave me a wink. We loaded our plates with food, and an uncharacteristic silence fell over the room. Usually, my brother talked a mile a minute, but he was rather pensive. After a few minutes, Sean awkwardly cleared his throat. “So, I was going to wait to tell you both, but Nicole and I have an announcement.” Grampa and I paused our movements, bracing ourselves for his next crazy plan. I just hoped it wouldn’t take him somewhere far away. He opened his mouth to speak, but a knock at the door interrupted him. Everyone looked at each other. “Should I get it?” Sean asked.

The most intimate thing we had ever done in our ten years of marriage was kiss. After the meal was over, the sound of someone retching suddenly rang out in the living room. It had come from Simon's phone. However, before he could do anything, Tiffany was already zooming toward me. Shooting me a delighted look, she asked, "Are you pregnant?" I was certain she would be disappointed at the answer, but to my surprise, Simon nodded calmly in response to her question. "Simon, what are you still doing over there? Quickly come and support your wife. Or have you lost your wits from being too happy?"

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

Suddenly. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Multitasking at its finest. I knock. Hard. Impatient. Knock-knock-knock!! Mel opens the door, and it’s as if the devil himself came visiting. Her face drains of color. “Oh, ship.” And then — BAM! Door. Slams. Right. In. My. Face. … Well. That’s new.

Knock knock Bianca just wore her clothes and was staring at her figure in the mirror when she suddenly heard a knock on her door. She looked at the door and looked back at the mirror to admire herself again " Auch! It must be him knocking. But if he is actually the one? He won't be able to resist this flawless beauty here and he will just become cheaper than he is. Argh! Should I just put this off? But what will i wear? " she held her head and sat down on the bed. " What am I even doing? Why do I care if he fall or not? There is one certain thing and that is the fact that i can never love someone like him. Someone who fabricate people. Someone who tell lies and won't blink once before destro

### Knock knock "Remus, Bella, wake up!" Knock knock "Hey it's nine in the morning! Wake up lovebirds!” Sandro kept shouting and banging on his friend's door, with him stood Rene who had only been staring at Sandro in horror. It was still early, and this man was already making a fuss. Tok… Tok “Shouldn't we wait until they really are awake? This seems impolite?” Rene said. "Too long, I don't want to stay here too long. I want this to be over quickly."

'Knock Knock Knock' The knock got louder and Quintin had to go to the door to check who was there. The instant he opened the door, three men pushed the door open with vigor and Quintin fell on the floor. "Where is Lisa?" One of them asked the man on the floor who was wincing in pain.