Knock Knock Parents Guide Mga Nobela at Kwento

Knock Knock The knock sounded through the walls of the room, interrupting my stepdad. “That could be them.” He informed. He moved towards the door and opened it without even checking. A part of me prayed it wasn't them. “Avena, it's them. You can come out now” he said loud enough for me to hear. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I was shaking in fear but eventually I stood up and followed them. If I ever thought nothing bad could happen to me again…I was kidding. Because this is worse than everything that's happened to me.

The kind we used to exchange when we got up to shit we weren't supposed to and had to hide it from our parents. "Tell Mommy and Daddy they are full of shit. I am fine," I said and ruffled his hair with a hand. Keanu's eyes went wide. Shock sang through him. "Can I exactly use those words?" I snorted. "Fuck no! They'll skin me alive if they knew I taught you that shit. So keep it to yourself." "Will I still be able to watch Tom and Jerry if I said those words?" "Most definitely fucking not." ***

[Carlos] Knock! Knock! "Knock! Knock!" My sleep was interrupted when a loud knock disturbed us. Someone also keeps on shouting outside while making the annoying knock like he has a plan to destroy the door. I slowly get off in the bed and Luis is covering his ears with the pillow, still sleeping in his position. As I got on the doorway, I opened the door and kid was standing in front of me. He is the one making the noise and in my guess, he is just seven.

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.

" In the southern suburbs of the city, a little girl huddled under the table, trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Beside her, a middle-aged man shielded her behind him, looking visibly shaken. But in front of his daughter, he couldn't show any fear. The man forced himself to appear calm and reassured her, "Don't be afraid, Laura. Daddy’s here, and I won't let anything happen to you." Bam bam bam… Before he could finish speaking, knocking came from outside. At that moment, the sound was low and deep, not like regular knocking; it was as if something heavy was pounding against the door. In the darkness of the night, the noise took on an even more ominous tone. "Open the do

**Harper’s POV ** When the knock lands on the door, I already know who it is. I don’t have a vision, not exactly, but a rush of something familiar and safe tells me my parents are near. I open the door to find all six of my parents outside. Their expressions vary from worried to amused. I guess they all have mixed feelings about the current circumstances. “You look so much better,” Mum says, stepping in and pulling me into a hug. “It’s good to see you, mum.”

“I want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy.” The last time they’d all fallen asleep together at the tower, he’d felt so safe. He wanted that again. Sophia had finally composed herself. Her tone turned serious. “Buddy, what has Mommy taught you about knocking before entering a room?” Buddy’s little face fell. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I was too excited and forgot.” “I promise I’ll knock next time.” He raised three pudgy fingers solemnly, as if taking an oath. Sophia’s voice softened. “It’s okay. Just remember for next time.”

This man was definitely going to kill us. “Kids, weren’t you taught how to knock on a stranger’s door before barging in? That’s a very bad habit, and you guys look too cute to be doing that,” he said, practically not staring fully down at us. I almost forgot that we really were kids. Wait—I just admitted I’m a kid. I shook my head and twisted the door lock. “Hmm, now this is getting interesting. Look, whoever sent you, you might wanna reconsider and turn back. I’m giving you a cha—”

Sam immediately frowned and reprimanded, "Harry, how many times have I told you to knock before you enter someone's room?" As the youngest son of the Stone family, Harry had always been careless, but he wasn't spoiled. He was just raised rough. In the past, he had the habit of barging into rooms without knocking. After a couple of embarrassing incidents, it was their parents who first made it a rule that he knock. Later, his brothers reinforced it with constant lectures. Thankfully, Harry was obedient. After being lectured, he had learned from it. But right now, he was in a panic.

"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."