Knock Knock Jokes About Books Novels & Stories

I don’t even fully understand what I am. I become so lost in the book, absorbed in the words, that I jump when a sudden knock echoes through the room. My heart pounds. I snap the book shut, turning toward the door, my breath catching in my throat. Why would someone be knocking on the bedroom door? I sit frozen for a brief second, my heart still racing from the unexpected knock. With a steadying breath, I push myself off the bed and walk cautiously toward the door. My fingers wrap around the handle as I slowly pull it open, unsure of what, or who to expect.

I ask, not kindly, but I am curious. He chuckles darkly. “If you’re going to kill me, now would be a good time. It would be merciful, honestly. Just–Just grab that vase.” He points to one of the tables along the wall. “Hit me over the head with it, please.” “You’re joking.” He turns to me again. “I’m not.” “I didn’t hurt you that bad.” “Are you in the habit of throwing books at people so often you can recognize the level of damage you’re inflicting?”

he asked. “Err…” the guards said and looked at each other, don’t knowing what to answer. The young man chuckled. “I’m just joking.” He told them and rose from his seat. Some books on his lap fell. The guards looked at each other and grimaced. The young man just smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll follow you.” He told them. They nodded and went out. The young man blew out air as he laid the book he was reading earlier on the table. ‘The Wind Blowing’. He read the title. He hopes nothing is going wrong.

The flustered chaos disappears and is replaced by pure smug delight. “Well, well, well,” he says slowly. “Looks like the legendary neighbor isn’t an expert on everything after all.” “What exactly am I not an expert on?” “Being bookish.” “I know plenty about being bookish,” I say confidently. Total lie. But I’m entertained now. And boredom makes me reckless. “Alright then,” he says, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Explain a book ban.” “Never heard of her.” A quick laugh bursts out of him before he clamps it down hard.

She always did. I had told her to go chew on her lip gloss and give me space. She didn’t take the hint so here I was hiding from her and avoiding the cafeteria. “Found you,” Kael announced as he dropped a stack of books with a thud onto the table across from me. I flinched, nearly dropping my water. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “Ever heard of knocking?” “We’re in a library genius,” he deadpanned. “No doors to knock.”

But right now I am reading a spectacular book called ‘Unwanted mafia king’ it's very interesting, and I highly recommend it. Flipping onto the next page, I heard a knock on the door. Oh lord! Who is that annoying person that wants to disturb me right now? I absolutely hate it when I’m reading a novel and someone comes to distract me- like hello- I am busy. If it’s possible I would just hide behind the moon and read as many books as I want without any distractions. There goes the knock again and I took a sip of my coffee and gently kept it on the table not wanting to

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

She picks up the book she was reading and holds it out to me. I glance at the cover and immediately burst out laughing. It’s the same book Rich was reading in the car earlier, the one about the priest and the devil. My laughter catches their attention, and Lilly raises an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” she asks, clearly confused. “It’s nothing,” I say, trying to contain my laughter. “I just I think I’ve heard about this one before.” Lilly smiles. “It’s pretty wild. You’re in for an interesting night.”

“I thought you were giving those old books for charity back then, not for your own reading material” Huh??? Does this mean that he ACTUALLY remembered the bumping incident? And moreover, remember that it was ME, the ‘shortie’ who bumped him? “What? Of course not. When I bumped into you that time, I was just borrowing those books from the library, so I can read them all.” “I see. So you like vampires, eh? Last time I saw you also bringing Interview with the Vampires, and a few other vampire stories in that tower of books”.

I heard him knock outside. "Who's there?" I asked even though I know that it was him. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you know that it's me." He growled. I wonder if he's related to a wolf or something. Growling like that. "Open the door!" He screamed. "Sorry, but the library is closed for today so please come back later." I walked back to my couch and to my pleasure, I saw a book that I wanted to read since I finished reading the first book.