Knock Knock Jokes About Books Novels & Stories

“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.

Rah laughed. “You seem very much informed. Who makes such sounds?” Arthur asked, laughing still. And Rah’s laughter vanished. “Who are you referring to, Rah?” Arthur asked with narrowed eyes. “Well, I have had waited outside your doors more often than you know,” Rah started with a pucker to control his laughter and Arthur knew Rah was referring to Chloe. Playfully Arthur grabbed Rah’s neck and pressed it, laughing, but their laughs vanished the moment they saw a big stack of books approaching them in the hands of the librarian.

“That’s expensive!” “Oh my God, I had no idea,” I said, feigning innocence, before adding, “How about this one?” I hurled another book, and this time it was too fast for him to dodge. “Bulls eye!” I laughed as it hit him squarely on the forehead. “Damn it, how dare you…” he growled, marching toward me, but suddenly halted as I launched a few more books in his direction. “Jesus! What the hell?” he jumped out of the way.

Poor guy, he doesn’t know what’s about to hit him—literally. Before I can warn him, a book flies off the shelf with alarming precision and smacks him square in the face. I have to cover my mouth to stop from bursting into laughter. Luca stumbles back, clutching his nose, a bewildered look crossing his face. “Ow!” he whines, rubbing his nose. “Seriously, Tilly? I already said I’m sorry! What is your problem?” Tilly, of course, doesn’t bother to respond. Not that he can hear her, anyway. She’s too busy tossing more books off the shelves like they’re confetti at a party. I barely manage to duck out of the way as another rain of hardcovers crashes down on Luca.

"Asking if you want another joke. Using shoes." She sighed. "Actually no; I really don't." "Hey Amara," Declan continued. "Knock-knock." "No, Declan." "Knock-knock." "We're on the bus, Declan." "Knock-knock." He wasn't going to let up. "...Who's there?" "Ken." "Ken who?" "Ken you let me in?" He laughed. "I'm asking you to let me in the door. Because you still haven't."

"But how did you get the supplies to keep clean? How many pairs of clothes did you have? Did you change them whenever you take a bath or did you wait till your old clothes to rip before getting another pair?" "Do you have a phone? How did you spend your time there? Do you know what F******k is?" One of the guys asked, leaning forward to look at me curiously. I tilted my head in confusion. "We didn't have many books to read there…but I did read some romance novels. My favourite is 'pride and prejudice'." I replied with a smile. They all went silent for a moment and then looked at each other before bursting into loud laughter. I stood there not knowing what they were all laughing at. My cheeks

I muttered, flipping through the pages of the book. I was still searching for any alternate spell when the door burst open. Karen breezed in, pausing at the threshold looking like a wild boar ready to fight anyone on its way. I quickly closed the book and dropped the candle with a thud. It rolled to the side, flame extinguishing on impact. “Have you about the word, ‘knocking’?” I queried, irritation lining my voice.

he said, handing me a cup. “You’re learning.” correct. We wandered downtown, popping into tiny stores, steering clear of people-packed places. At a bookstore, he feigned disinterest until I caught him peeking at the back of a book. “You read?” I teased. Joking. “If nobody is watching.” “Stay,” he said softly. “I am.” The knock on the door disrupted the moment. We froze. “That’s probably just my dad,” I said, though I was a little nervous.

“About what?” I hesitated. “You.” Her laugh was quiet, warm. “What did they say?” “That I’m… gone,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. Coleen snorted. “They’re not wrong.” I froze. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” she teased. “Mr. I-Don’t-Read-Fiction taking me to bookstores and asking about my favorite childhood books? You’re a goner.” I couldn’t help laughing. “Guilty as charged, I guess.”

She doesn't know how weird I am feeling right now and how scared I am right now and she is just laughing after that? "What is wrong with you Miss Jones? How can you laugh in such a serious matter?" I say and she laughs more with such a jolly mood. "This book is from library, right?" she asks me. I nod my head. She laughs even more. "You see, thousands of people from all over the state reads this book and how can you be so much sure that this is for you? Someone might have written it just to pass their time. It's not the real deal," she says and laughs again.