Knock Knock Comic Novels & Stories

*Knock, knock* As Charlie held a sleeping Jessica, he leaned against the wall for support outside her door and strained his arm to knock on her door. He knocked the door quiet hard since no one had answered the door yet, he started to pang his closed fist against the door in frustration. Jessica was dead weight. His arm was becoming numb.

********** “Knock, Knock” Amanda tilted her head on hearing the knock on her office door and smiled a bit tiredly after seeing who it was. “Wow! Look what you’ve done with the place.” Amazed, Nelson felt like he had just walked into a stranger's office. “You know what they say, keep a woman in a room and watch how things fall into place.” He praised Amanda, noticing how she had managed to tidy the hopeless office.

I naughtily rant in my head. We both laughing like a maniac when we heard a soft knock on the door!

I'll do it. *knock knock knock* we both snap our eyes to the door, Se is pressed against in confusion. Who the hell would be knocking on this door right now?

"Not me. I'm a bastard and straight, in case you forgot. I meant anyone else who isn't an obsessive idiot stalker." The tension spiked, sharp and hostile. For a moment, I considered lunging across the table and breaking his jaw. I could tell from the way the human's fists tightened he'd welcome it. He was actively taunting me. But then Conan raised a hand between us and blurted out: "Okay! Okay. How about a joke I've heard before? Let's see... Why aren't Koalas considered bears?" Silence. "...Because they never had the Koala-fications!"

Knock knock knock Knock knock Knock! "Eric dear, it is Sunday and we better prepare for church. I just need to wake up my heavy sleeping daughter." I heard my mom's voice echo from the passage. At first I thought I was dreaming until it dawned onto to me how much shit I was in. I quickly woke Eric up, I was sleeping on his chest. He was sleeping soundly but it was the wrong time to day dream. "Mrs. Winters, I will be right down." Eric yelled staying stagnant in bed pulling me close to his chest. He didn't seem to be in knock mode like I was.

“At least your love life’s never boring. I mean, two brothers? That’s like… Olympic-level relationship management. I don’t know how you’re not charging admission.” “I think you’re living a soap opera, and I’m the best friend who gets to watch it live. Of course I think it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, but her grin was contagious, and before long we were laughing — not because it was funny, but because if we didn’t, I might cry. The laugh died when the knock came. It wasn’t normal knocking. Not just a polite tap tap. No. No pauses. No waiting for a reply. Just a steady, heavy thud like whoever it was had decided they were getting in one way or another.

"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."

Then—knock, knock. I groaned, my face buried in the pillow. “Oh my god… who the hell is that?” I mumbled, not moving an inch. Across the room, Cindy kicked her bedside drawer in frustration, half undressed, her shirt halfway off. “I swear, if it’s another idiot from the boys’ dorm, I’m going to kill someone,” she muttered under her breath. We both stayed still, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again. This time, louder. More persistent.

" Stanley was so shocked that he accidentally spat out his food. He grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, and stared at me in disbelief. He said, "You've got to be kidding, Connor. Are you so desperate for women that you're going crazy? If you're that desperate, I'll take you to one of those foot massage places down the street. My treat." I had to admit that Stanley treated me well. A visit to one of those places costs about a full day's worth of delivery earnings. If he was willing to spend that on me, the least I could do was show him a good time. I wiped the crumbs off my face and said calmly, "I'm telling the truth. I really do work as a trainer at a gym. If you don't believe me, check out