Knock Knock Parents Guide Novels & Stories

"Knock" "Knock" I hear someone at the door and wonder who on earth it could possibly be. When I open it, I am even more curious because I have no idea who this woman is. "I am Ms. Goodberry your wedding planner. Your soon to be husband hired me to help you out. He said you were undecided on many things and he wants to make sure you have the most beautiful wedding money can buy, as it will be your last."

'Destiny won’t be denied.' ‘Knock’ ‘Knock’ ‘KNOCK! KNOCK!!’ The little girl tucked in her bed squeezed her eyes shut at the sound. Her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest as her little body shook violently with each shaky breath. “Knock, Knock! KNOCK!!” The banging started getting aggressive in the quiet room. Taking a deep breath, summoning up all the courage in her body the twelve years old adorably chubby girl pushed the blanket away from her body. With small strides, she walked towards the window to gaze out.

******* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock * I was still in deep sleep my eyes barely opened when I heard that someone was knocking hard on my bed room's door. But I was too tired to open the door so I covered my ears from the pillow and pulled the blanket back on me. I shouldn't have to stay at the party the whole night, I knew it, the hangover will take me. I won't do that mistake again but I need sleep. *knock* *knock*

*** *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

Things a child should never see their parents doing. “AHH!” I scream before slapping my hand over my eyes. I hear my mother scream, my father yell “SHIT!” before there’s a loud thud, a grunt, and then the shuffling of clothes. “Juniper Olivia Shay! What have we told you about bursting into our room without knocking!?” My father booms. “Well, what have we told you and mom about locking your door?” I counter, with my hand still plastered over my eyes. He huffs out a laugh before saying, “You can uncover your eyes now. We’re decent.”

I nodded at him with a smile. The moment Zach took in the scene, he scrambled out of his car and dropped to his knees. "Please just let me go. I swear I'll never lay a hand on Hazel again." I pulled Hazel close and put my foot on Zach's head. "Zach Griffin, if you ever touch Hazel again, I'll ruin you!" Zach was so terrified that he wet his pants. Hazel finally let go of her fear and threw herself into my arms. She looked up at me. "Connor, thank you."

“There’s someone at the door. Leave!” “What?” He replied, and I cupped his mouth. “What are you so scared of?” ‘Knock-Knock-Knock!!!’ “Who’s that?” “It’s me, mum!” I heard and my heart dropped at once. “It’s Hazel... She shouldn’t know.” Adam made very firm eye contact while I glared at him. “Just hide in my restroom for a moment!” I demanded with serious, unblinking eyes. ‘Knock-Knock-Knock!!!’ The knocks came again. Louder and faster this time. She must be in a hurry.

He craved it. Pulling away, I smile lazily at him as my juices glistened on his lips. "I could eat you all day," his teeth are revealed as his grin broadened. I giggled, lifting up on my shaky elbows to kiss him when a knock sounds at the door. "Your parents are in the driveway." Kristy's voice came through the door in a warning tone and my eyes widen. Kaleb's parents were very strict on him not locking or closing his door when I was around, just to be safe that we were not doing anything under their roof.

He craved it. Pulling away, I smile lazily at him as my juices glistened on his lips. "I could eat you all day," his teeth are revealed as his grin broadened. I giggled, lifting up on my shaky elbows to kiss him when a knock sounds at the door. "Your parents are in the driveway." Kristy's voice came through the door in a warning tone and my eyes widen. Kaleb's parents were very strict on him not locking or closing his door when I was around, just to be safe that we were not doing anything under their roof.

The chef walked in to announce that dinner was ready, and met Carson. “Young Master, you're here.” “Yes? Did you take my dinner to my chamber?” “Yes.” “I will eat with mom and dad. Are they back?” “Sure. Long ago. I will get your dinner here, then.” “Better. I will get mom and dad.” “It is all right,” the chef responded and left. Meanwhile, Carson got up, and walked to the bathroom, and freshened up. Thereafter, he walked to his parents' room and knocked. His parents could not mistake his knock. He was conversant with knocking three times on the door. The teaching he got from his kindergarten, and had grown with it.