Knock Knock Jokes About Books Novels & Stories

“God, Jo, you’re going to college, not a convent. Loosen the fuck up before you die alone with your cat.” “I don’t even have a cat,” I muttered. “Exactly my point,” she shot back, savage as ever. “You don’t have a cat, you don’t have a man, you don’t have a life. You just have… books.” The laughter stabbed deeper than I cared to admit. I gritted my teeth, clutching my cup again. “At least books don’t get drunk and embarrass themselves at parties.” Kelly clutched her pearls—if she’d been wearing any. “Oh my God. Ladies, did you hear that? Nerd Barbie grew claws.”

Annoyed, he threw off his hand. After pronouncing all the one's things, Jeff Greg nonetheless could now no longer cooperate and Ryan Dixon couldn’t be stricken persevering with speaking nonsense with him and simply proceeded to make a seize for it. Jeff Greg turned confused. While fortuitously dodging his attacks, he laughed even as provoking: “Why are you so nerve-racking so abruptly? Are there unmentionable secrets and techniques in those books?”

Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late, I rolled my eyes closing the Bible as I got up from the chair, “Who Is it?” I yelled, standing a distance from the door, scared. “Its— me, Thomas” Thomas? Didn't he leave moments ago, “Thomas?” I whispered, rushing to the door, “Did— you leave something?” I opened the door, staring into his grey eyes,

*** *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

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

He lamented, his hand on his chest feigning hurt. “You talk too much,” Jonathan gave him a knock on the head, his eyes not leaving the road. “Ouch!” Brian cried. “What the hell was that for?” He stared daggers at Jonathan. “You want to cause an accident with your glare?” Jonathan asked. “That knock was a little too loud,” I said, chuckling silently. “I know right?” Brian agreed. “Wait! Are you mocking me?” He said swiftly turning to face me. “I would never do that,” I said, folding my lips inward to suppress my laughter.

He couldn’t avoid the hit that followed and the embarrassment of falling to the tiled floor. “ Fuck!” he cursed. “ oh my God!, I’m sorry…the stack was too high and I didn’t see you coming…I’m sorry…” a voice said in a rush. He knew that voice, he had heard it before. He sighed as he pushed the books away from him, the books smelt familiar too, he thought, picking one up and looking at the title. “ the irony”, he whispered. What’s the probability that his fall was caused by his own books. “ are you hurt sir?” the voice asked again.

There are history books, Psychology books, Biographies even novels. Like actual novels. My eyebrows lift slowly as my eyes glaze over some of the titles as I picked one and flipped over them. “Well this is deeply upsetting.”I murmur under my breath. “What is?”Mercer says his voice sounds amused behind me. “You being literate.”I say in a mocking tone and that earns me a low laugh from somewhere near the kitchen and once again the sound lands directly in my chest. God I love his laugh! It’s dangerous but everything about this man feels dangerous in the most unfairly attractive way possible. I pull one of the books halfway from the shelf before freezing.

"Watch where you're going, freshman!" The sharp, mocking voice hit me at the exact same moment a heavy shoulder slammed violently into mine. The impact sent a painful shock straight down my arm, completely breaking my grip on the massive stack of library textbooks I was hauling across the green campus quad. The heavy volumes flew out of my arms, crashing loudly onto the damp grass and concrete path. Pages bent, heavy covers split open, and papers scattered in every direction under the bright morning sun. "Oh, look at that. The little mouse dropped her cheese," Gloria jeered, stopping right in front of me with her hands on her hips. Meg stood right next to her, crossing her arms and letting o

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.