Knock On Any Door Book Novels & Stories

Noise to drown out the silence. But before I could untangle my earbuds, I heard a knock on my door. I froze. Lately, no one really knocked here. People barged, demanded, shouted. A knock meant hesitation. A knock meant someone wasn’t sure if they were welcome. “Who is it?” I asked, sharper than I meant. “Me.” Her voice. Rain. For a second, my throat closed. I glanced at the door like it was a trap. Then I got off the bed and opened it.

Every place took its own space and would fit together when needed. As she contemplated everything that she needed to. The doorbell rang, and she went to the door. Her brother was standing there with a box in his hands. “This is a short-range one, but it works better and won’t affect cell phones or Wi-Fi.” He pressed the button, and the lights dimmed for a second, and then he did it again when everything had reset. “Just to be sure.”

"Please ensure everyone is in the conference room by nine." Megan, Casey, and I had spent a part of our afternoon break, spinning wild theories. Promotion? Restructuring? Eventually, we gave up, there had been no point guessing. We’d find out soon enough. I shifted my focus back to my book, trying to read the same paragraph for the third time, when a sharp, heavy knock echoed from the front door. I didn't want to overthink anything. I didn't want to be the girl who jumped every time there was a knock at the door, hoping it was him.

Knock. At my door.

“Of course. Right now? Of course he’s texting while there’s a mystery knock at the door.” Maya rolled her eyes. “Of course. Typical Max.” I turned back to the door, listening. Knock, knock. My mind raced. Whoever was outside could be anyone. They could be laughing, angry, or watching I tightened my grip on the doorknob. I looked back at Anya, who gave a small, anxious shrug. The knock came one last time. Knock. Knock. Knock. I stepped forward slowly, gripping the knob, ready for anything. And then.

Don is trouble. Whatever it is only means more trouble. I heard a knock on the door. “Who is there?" I answered hurriedly. Psst! I was supposed to stay quiet for God's sake. Why did I just do that? Why did I just respond? No one is supposed to even knock... “It's room service, ma," a girl's voice phased through the door. It was calm and gentle. I know better than to buy that. I am definitely not falling for that easily.

ELIANA There was a loud knock on the door, interrupting me from the sleep I almost had, and I felt a jolt of surprise and irritation. The knock was insistent, demanding attention, and it seemed to shatter the fragile peacefulness of the moment. I had been drifting off, my eyelids growing heavy, my mind slowly unraveling the threads of consciousness. But the knock came, abrupt and unannounced, like a sudden storm on a calm sea. I groggily got up, my movements slow and reluctant, and made my way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. The knock came again, louder and more insistent, and I quickened my pace, my heart beating slightly faster in anticipation. Who could it be? A

Because every time I close my eyes I see his face. Hear his voice. Feel his grip. And something in my chest tightens in a way I do not understand. Time passes. Slow. Uncertain. And just when I begin to drift A knock echoes at my door. Soft. Careful. But too late for visitors. My breath stills. I sit up slowly. Listening. Another knock. This time Clearer. Deliberate. And a voice follows Low Familiar And impossible to ignore “Kiana… open the door.”

KNOCK! A loud knock rattled Anna’s bedroom door. She stilled, her body tense, and Vincenzo’s hands tightened on her hips. KNOCK! KNOCK! Another knock followed. "Ignore it," Vincenzo breathed, thrusting his cock up into Anna’s pussy. The knocking continued, persistent. “Stop,” Anna whispered, panic threading through her pleasure. “Someone’s at the door.” Vincenzo paused, his body rigid beneath her. They both turned their heads to look at the bedroom door.

Anything. Suddenly there was a loud knock on my door. I froze. This was past midnight, I wasn’t expecting anybody. The person knocked again, louder and firmer this time. I quickly ran to my room and threw on a long shirt. Then I walked back slowly to the door, hoping the knock would’ve stopped by now, but it didn’t. The person kept at it. I finally reached the door and took a deep breath, my fingers hovered over the handle, my heart thudded in my chest, heavy and loud in anticipation.