Knock Knock Jokes About Books Novels & Stories

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]

It is a miracle he ever lets me out of bed. “Do you know what that does to me?” he pants. “Oh yes, I do,” my smirk widens into a mischievous smile. “I’ve been studying.” “Studying?” “Did you really think that Ona and I had a book club?” His puzzled look is so cute I start to giggle. “What’s so funny?” he roars, trying to look imposing. It doesn’t work on me anymore, so it just makes me laugh harder. “Oh nothing,” I say between chuckles. “It’s just that you’re so damn adorable when you’re confused.

A laptop sat in front of him and he leaned back in his chair as I entered, taking the glasses off and watching me as I looked around. There was a large glass bookshelf on the wall and I made my way over to it, carefully standing on the stool to examine the books closer and I smiled as I instantly found a great one. The book in which people eat people and toy cats speak to you. Grim Tales. "You have a great taste in books, Donny." I mentioned, getting off of the stool and going over to the couch in his office before lying down and opening it. "Did you eat?" He asked, the sound of scribbling on paper filling my ears. Landon wrote at the speed of light and I always wondered how the heck he did

I had to throw Satan, in a nice gentle way, into Reed's face and hope it scratched him. "Knock knock," I paused turning around and looking at my door and looked back at my cat, not Reed's cat, my cat, "Did the door just speak?" I asked confused. i walked over slowly, "Um hello?" "You're meant to say who's there you fool," Liam? I unbolted and unlocked the door throwing it open and sure enough Liam was standing there smiling. "Knock knock," "Um, who's there?" "Butter," I raised an eyebrow, "Butter who?"

I continued "That's funny because I'd choose a book over a movie any time, anywhere," he said confidently. "Well then, I guess you're not 'most guys,'" I said, making him laugh. "Definitely not," he laughed. "Because most guys wouldn't have hard copies of all of Colleen Hoover's books lying around their house." He bragged "Shut up!!!" I yelled, hitting his arm in mock outrage. "Ow," he said, holding his arm and laughing.

"What's the nerdy bookworm reading now?" "I'm not a bookworm and I'm reading for the exams." "Wait we're having exams?" He asked eye wide. I chuckled, "Duhh yeah." "Ugh." He groaned and hit the table making me flinch, "I do not want to read!" "It's a free world, buh just remember that whatever you sow you-", he interrupted me with a loud yawn. "Sorry I got bored, this book's way more interesting than you are." He said while flipping rapidly through the pages, and you'd think it might rip.

gone. "That lady is always causing trouble," I muttered. "What'd she do this time?" Elliot coughed. "I need someone to take over the books again after your little prank," I said coldly. "Why're you mad at me? A few questions would've cleared things up. I just underestimated how much you hated that girl," he laughed. "Everyone at the pub thought it was hilarious." "Stop messing with low IQ people!" I smacked the back of his head. "Ow!" Elliot coughed again, harder this time.

He was glowing with pride, while Vanessa sat right next to him, looking every bit like the star of the night. I was seated near the serving entrance and was basically invisible. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room turned vulgar. A few male colleagues who loved telling dirty jokes started running their mouths again under the influence of alcohol. "Vanessa's got serious charm. She even managed to crack a tough nut like Gilla Group!" "Exactly. The kind of allure Vanessa has? That's nothing some bookish little girl can compete with. If you ask me, talking business in the conference room is nowhere near as effective as talking at the dinner table, right, Vanessa?"

"Gossiping with a teapot? Now, that's a story I need to hear!" I launched into the tale, mimicking the teapot's animated voice. "So, there I was, sipping tea with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, when the teapot leaned in and whispered, 'Psst! Have you heard about the Queen of Hearts and her secret knitting obsession?'" Sophie burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with joy. "No way! The Queen of Hearts and knitting? That's brilliant!" We giggled uncontrollably, imagining the Queen of Hearts surrounded by piles of knitted hats and scarves. As our laughter subsided, Sophie wiped away a tear of mirth from her eye.

Then—knock, knock. I groaned, my face buried in the pillow. “Oh my god… who the hell is that?” I mumbled, not moving an inch. Across the room, Cindy kicked her bedside drawer in frustration, half undressed, her shirt halfway off. “I swear, if it’s another idiot from the boys’ dorm, I’m going to kill someone,” she muttered under her breath. We both stayed still, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the knock came again. This time, louder. More persistent.