Knock Knock Daniel Beaty Novels & Stories

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…

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

Daniel’s quick reflex prevented him from getting a knock-out. “At least I’m not a hypocrite. Going back to your true colours now?” “What happened to the loner-geek persona you created for Celine?” “Did she find out you’re a star athlete who doesn’t need glasses?” “Classic hypocrite” Brendan clapped back at him. This time it was Daniel’s fist that landed on Brendan’s jaw. Linda stood up from her seat and went for the door. “Come back here” Daniel ordered. “I won’t stay inside a room with two 30-year-olds behaving like middle-schoolers” Linda left immediately.

Just a note that said I love you, but I won’t be the reason you lose her. But still, I waited. I waited every day for a knock. A message. Something. It never came. I was wiping a sticky handprint off the playroom mirror when the bell over the front door rang. I turned around casually, expecting a late parent, and felt the breath leave my lungs. Daniel. He was wearing a black coat, jeans, and a look on his face like he hadn’t slept in years. His eyes swept the room until they found mine. And then he exhaled.

I knocked on the driver's side, and the window rolled down. Zach sat inside, one hand on the steering wheel. "Do you need something?" he asked. "Get out of the car," I said. He looked at me without moving. "Come out and talk," I said. He gave a short laugh, turned off the engine, and stepped out. He was a little shorter than me but had a solid build, the kind that came from boxing. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked. "The mark on Hazel's face," I replied.

Maybe tell me what the hell kind of team I've signed with that does stuff like this. I knock on the door, bouncing from foot to foot, still shaking. A few minutes later, Daniel answers the door wearing athletic shorts and nothing else. "What's up, Rookie?" he asks, surprised to see me. "Everything okay?" "Do you have a minute?" The look he gives me tells me I probably need to calm down a bit more. He cocks his head to gauge if I'm here to cause trouble or not. "Come on in," he finally says. I step into the apartment and stride over to the window to look out. "Give me a minute," he says behind me. "I've got company."

Something dangerous. Something Daniel had spent years protecting. Or hiding. Emma leaned back in her chair. Outside, New York traffic moved as usual. People laughed. Cars honked. Life continued. Meanwhile, her entire world was unraveling. A sudden knock on the apartment door made her jump. Her pulse instantly spiked. She glanced at the clock. Three thirty in the afternoon. Daniel shouldn't be home for hours. The knock came again. Slow. Firm. Deliberate. Emma carefully approached the door.

No response. I sighed again. " Kathie it is me Daniel please open the door" I said hopefully. 🍭 Kathie POV 🍭 I was in my bed too weak to stand up. My head ache a lot. I can't go down. I don't want to see anyone. A knock came on my door. " Kathie my dear, please open the door your favorite daddy is here" . That is mr Donald voice. I just don't want to see anyone. He kept knocking but finally left.

The afternoon sun hung low over the palace gardens, casting long golden shadows across the perfectly manicured lawns. Daniel had barely recovered from the tense morning meeting with his parents when a soft knock sounded at the door of his private chambers. He knew who it was before he even answered. Betty had a particular way of announcing herself, polite but persistent, always timing her visits when she sensed he might be vulnerable. “Come in,” he called, not bothering to look up from the papers scattered across his desk.

Stood close enough that their shoulders touched. They drank in silence. The house listened. Midmorning brought the first sound. A single knock. Not on the front door. Not on the terrace doors. Inside. From the wall beside the fireplace. Three raps. Slow. Measured. Exactly the rhythm Daniel once used. They both froze. Ethan set his mug down. Veronica set hers down a second later. They waited. No second knock. Only the fire crackling. The wind outside testing the shutters. Ethan spoke quietly.