Knock On Any Door Book Novels & Stories

A sudden double knock on the door. And another a few seconds later. It’s only been a few minutes since Garrett and I went silent after he gave me the contents of the book he was reading from which we most likely have deciphered the meaning to already. And because of that, the incoming knock felt like it was linked to the revelation. Exchanging a look with Garrett when the knock comes in for the third time, I realize it could be for someone else, especially when Garrett looks at me weirdly.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost

A heavy, booming, and completely authoritative knock rattled the wood of my door, the force of it vibrating straight through the soles of my shoes and up my spine. My transport car was here. My time in this old life was officially up. I tightened my grip on the cold brass doorknob, my knuckles turning white as another heavy knock shook the frame. I genuinely thought I was just walking toward a domestic job. A way to pay the bills. But as I slowly unlocked the door, I had absolutely no idea that I was walking straight into a beautifully inescapable nightmare.

He said to himself as he stand on the balcony of his room, feeling the fresh air and gripping on the lace of the medal as if he was holding on to the last thread of hope. "Shaney!" An excited tone of voice invaded his ears while reading a book. Shane sighed in hopelessness when she came knocking on his door as hard as she can consecutively. Shane was quite surprised at how sturdy the door is. "Shane, open the door!" "What is it, Lara? I hope you're aware that it is my rest day today," Shane said as soon as he opened the door. The woman rolled her eyes and invited herself in. Shane has forgotten how it felt to be alone since Lara and Damien always come to his room to pester him.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

"They will insist on playing loud music and games during the height of the zombie outbreak! And they won't stop even when you tell them to!" "They're also going to eat up all of your rations and then eat your pets too!" "Don't you ever open that door! It's your last line of defense against them!" The knocking on the other side of the door continued, and my vision somehow felt like it had just been attacked by a virus with how the live comments kept popping up non-stop. Yet, all of them warned me not to open the door at all costs. I carefully withdrew my hand, feeling my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

~Tia~ *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* At first, I thought it was a part of my dream, this annoying knocking. I turned over multiple times, hoping it would go away. It was the knock on my bedroom wall that got me moving. ‘WOULD YOU ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR?!’

There was another knock on the door. ‎What’s with these people and the knocks? ‎Before I could answer, the door opened. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

It wouldn't take much for me to get caught up, and I had access to all of my books and the necessary content to stay current in our reading. It's 9 a.m., and I've already been awake for hours. I've showered, gotten dressed, done my hair and makeup, and been lying on my bed reading—not for school but for me. A knock comes from the entryway down the hall, and I contemplate even responding before I sit up in bed and hear the knock again. It's strange how something as simple as a knock can tell you who is at the door. Some people had signature knocks, whether it be the weight they put behind the knock itself, the number of times they knock, or the small jingle they always create when knocking.

Knock Knock Knock The door to the Gold Residence didn't open right away when Abby knocked on it. It was getting cold during the day even though the sun was still shining in the sky, so she tightened her cheap robe. Standing at the door, Abby wondered if she should knock again. She would make an excuse that she wanted to visit her sister today. She was about to knock on the door again but suddenly the door opened. A teenage boy stood in front of the door with a lazy look. "Who?"