Knock Knock Daniel Beaty Novels & Stories

he growls against my neck, his chest heaving as he prepares to release his warmth deep inside my pulsing center. I don't mind at all. Cum inside me all you want. Do whatever you want with my body. I grip the headboard blindly, my breath coming in short, ragged hitches, seconds away from shattering, then I hear… Knock. Knock. Knock. A loud, frantic pounding rattles the front door. “Barbara! Open up!” Daniel’s voice yells from the hallway, sounding breathless and urgent. “I got the money from Damon! Barb, open the door right now!”

And before I could overthink myself out of it, I walked toward it quickly. My heart pounded strangely the closer I got. I lifted my hand and knocked softly against the door. Silence followed. A few seconds passed and I wondered if maybe they were asleep already. I was just about to knock again when suddenly the door swung open. Daniel stood there. His eyes landed on me instantly. And then his brows furrowed deeply. “What the fuck are you doing out here in the cold?” he snapped immediately, sounding irritated before his gaze swept over the way I was visibly shivering. “You trying to die or something?”

Betty asked, walking hurriedly to where I was. "Who is the guy? Tell me and I will drown him..." Hope cussed out making me chuckle. "Are you sure you want to know?" Daniel arched her a perfect eyebrow."Yes then I will break his legs..." "Trust me sissy, you would die of shock even before you throw a punch..." Daniel stated.

But just as they were about to finalize their sinister plot, a sudden knock on the door shattered the silence, leaving them both frozen in fear. With bated breath, they exchanged a nervous glance, wondering who could possibly be interrupting their clandestine meeting at such a crucial moment. He heard the knock again, and Daniel, peering through the window, confirmed it was Anderson. Fear struck Daniel, unsure of what to do. He pleaded with Sarah to quickly move to one of the rooms as he hurried to open the door. Anderson entered, his eyes scanning the scene—bottles of drink, glasses, and food scattered on the table.

“Oh it is that particular “small issue '' '' Daniel replied quoting. ‘Now I feel embarrassed’ I thought. I dozed off, and after a few minutes, I was woken up by their loud debates. I kept my eyes closed even though I was awake. "Now, turn right. The destination is on the left" said Daniel. "How do you know that?" Daisy and Dylan asked simultaneously. "I told you, I always come here to archery," he replied, sounding vexed. "Oh, my goddess! Aha! It's Abigail, right? Please tell me it's her" asked Daisy squealing in excitement. "Yes, it's Her. But keep it down, she's sleeping," replied Daniel with a low voice. "I knew it! I liked this Girl the first minute I saw her."

I want things back to normal for me and so I can stop being that weird girl I used to be. “Good, where is Daniel?” “Right here dad,” I looked up to see Daniel coming downstairs as he wore his denim jacket. “Good morning dad, good morning mum” he prostrates for them and stood up then brought out his watch from his pocket to wear. “I need to head over to Becca’s place so we can start our day early” he smiled. “Wow, dude you’re stoned,” Elle said and I chuckled. “Totally stoned, I really love you guys relationship,” I said battling my eyelashes and he in return rolled his eyes, like he does each time we fawn over him and Becca’s relationship.

I was too laid-back, and thus, it came back to bite me in the ass. "Who is it?" I asked when I heard the knock. "This is Daniel, open the door. Your presence is required in the lord's study room." He said, Daniel was an old butler who had been in the Ronales family for about forty years now. He was the lord's most trusted beagle _ Ahem! I mean aide (What! He looked like a beagle) and did all of his dirty jobs under the table. Or so I heard. I quickly put on my night cardigan and opened the door and Daniel led me to duke Mad-dog's study room.

He zoomed at high speed, out of Midtown where the Mental Home was located and rode into the Downtown. When Denzel heard the knock on the door, he thought it was Kate returning. A heavy punch on his right cheek made him reconsider. He staggered back in and writhed in pain. Denzel was never one to fight. Not after a bully had dealt with him in High School. He held his swollen cheek and watched his attacker. He didn’t recognize him. “What do you want?!” he yelled. Daniel tightened his hand into a tight fist until all the veins in his hand popped out. Denzel noticed his fist. “Who the fuck are you?!”

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."

Which meant whoever had taken him knew enough about what I could do to have prepared against it. I drove back to the mansion. The night passed the way nights passed when sleep wasn’t available and the body was too tired to do anything productive with the wakefulness. I sat with it and waited for morning and morning arrived with the grey indifference it always had. The knock came at eight-fifteen. I was at the door before the second knock, which was the specific readiness of someone who had been listening for a sound all night and had finally received one. I pulled it open. Daniel stood in the entrance, dressed for the cold, with the expression of someone who had arrived with a purpose and wa