Knock On Any Door Book Novels & Stories

I didn’t bother to look up, choosing instead to keep flowing with my words, assuming it was Roni coming back home after spending some time out. But then, there was a gentle knock on the door. My pen froze mid‑sentence. If it was Roni, she would have had a key, or at the very least she would have texted in our family group chat that she was on her way back. The knock was soft, deliberate, almost patient—like someone who knew I was inside and was waiting for me to answer. But I ignored the knock and continued to write, forcing my pen to move across the page as though the rhythm of words could drown out the sound. Yet, the person knocked again—gentler this time, but more insistent, as if they k

Not my neighbor from 4B who knocked with one knuckle like he was apologizing for existing. This was different. Measured. Like whoever was on the other side had decided exactly how hard to knock and stuck to it. I stayed very still for a second. I didn’t know why. There was no reason to feel anything particular about a knock at the door. People knocked on doors. It was a normal human activity. I got up off the floor, rinsed my finger under the tap, wrapped it in a clean paper towel and told myself to stop being strange about things. I opened the door.

Anya kept talking. Shane kept arguing. Kylah kept laughing. And my phone kept buzzing under the couch like it was alive. I leaned forward slightly. Just enough to slip my hand between the cushions. Just enough to feel the screen. Just enough to see the name again before I could stop myself. Unknown Number. Again. My blood went cold. A knock at the door cut through the room. Sharp. Hard. Instantly wrong. The entire apartment went quiet. Not gradually. Not slowly. Instantly.

How was that girl supposed to be some world-ending monster? I rubbed my temples. The headache building behind my eyes was becoming unbearable. A sudden knock echoed through the house. I jumped. My heart nearly launched out of my chest. Who was visiting at this hour? Another knock. I sighed heavily. Then pushed away from the table. The book remained open behind me. I walked toward the front door. The knocking came again. Impatient this time. "Coming," I called. When I finally pulled the door open... I froze. Ike.

The banging comes again, this time sounding more like loud knocks. “Someone is at the door.”

Medical reports that hadn’t been touched in decades. Connor would verify every last piece by morning. But deep down? I already knew. Venus was his sister. And now? That changed everything. --- A Knock at the Door I didn’t hear it at first. A single knock. Soft. Deliberate. Security hadn’t called. No one buzzed. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door cautiously. There was no one there. Just an envelope. Cream. Thick. No name. I frowned, crouched, picked it up.

Chapter 59 • • • • • • • • • • • knck knck In the hush of the midnight hour, Selena's room was cast in shadows, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The world beyond her door seemed suspended in a tranquil slumber, a stark contrast to the subtle, persistent knock that reverberated through the stillness. Her heart quickened, a symphony of curiosity and apprehension playing out in the confines of her chest.

****** **Knock** **knock** I heard a light knock on my door, I slowly opened my eyes and got up from my bed. I opened the door while rubbing my eyes, Flora stood there smiling at me from ear to ear. This confused me, Why is she smiling like that? "Dear please get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast," she said and walked away from here. It was weird, she didn't even listen to reply.

*knock knock* Knocking on the door for a good minute I still don’t get an answer, and when I try to open it the door is locked. “Alice, I have a key to the door, ya know? Either come unlock this door yourself or I will.” I shout jiggling the door knob with my right hand with my left hand against the door. I place my ear against the door to see if I can hear any movement but nothing. Worry and concern begging to consume me, taking out my keys, I unlock the door and swing it open. When I do I lock eyes with a sleeping Alice curled up in the circle loveseat with no clothes on besides what seems to be one of my blue button up shirts. Her head resting on the arm with her hair hanging over the edg