Knock On Any Door Book Novels & Stories

“I can bet that if any Luna try these dumb steps, their Alpha will never have any thing to do with them.” “This is so grossed and disgusting.“ “If the Coma Luna is really reading this and practicing it then I’m sure that the Alpha will stay far away from her.” I croaked with disbelief. I was still thinking about how gross the book is when I heard a knock on the door. “Hope that person knocking isn’t going to give me another lunacy book because I won’t be able to survive with that. “ I murmured. The person knock in on the door to my chambers, announcing it’s arrival. "Come in," my voice called out.

**Knock Knock Knock** Here goes nothing. I knocked firmly on his door three times and waited for a response. The response I got was complete silence. Is he asleep…or did something bad happen to him? I bit my lower lip as I knocked again on his door, this time harder and louder than before. Once again, all I heard was silence. There was no response or any sounds of movement on the other side of the door. Hayden…are you ok? I felt like time had frozen and everything was happening in slow motion as I reached out my hand grasp the doorknob. I took in a deep breath and held it before slowly turning it. It turned, the room was unlocked.

Multitasking at its finest. I knock. Hard. Impatient. Knock-knock-knock!! Mel opens the door, and it’s as if the devil himself came visiting. Her face drains of color. “Oh, ship.” And then — BAM! Door. Slams. Right. In. My. Face. … Well. That’s new.

OR THE NEXT FUNERAL WILL BE YOURS. Her hands began to tremble. Just then... Someone knocked on her bedroom door. Knock... Knock... Knock... Her heart pounded. "Who's there?" she whispered. No one answered. She stared at the door. Then... The doorknob slowly began to turn.

I lost myself in stories of distant lands and people who didn't have to hide behind locked doors. A sudden knock at the door shattered the silence. I stiffened, my fingers cramping around the edges of the book. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. It felt odd, wrong, even. Claire wouldn't be back this soon, the sun hadn't even begun its descent toward the rooftops. I stood slowly, my legs feeling heavy and uncertain. I approached the door, holding my breath, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle. I shouldn't open it. Claire’s warning echoed in my mind, but the persistence of the knock made me think it might be an emergency.

His long, elegant fingers grew restless, and just as the atmosphere was tipping toward danger— A sharp knock came at the door. Knock, knock…

And all of it came from that single misunderstanding. My hand trembled slightly as I lifted it toward the door, ready to knock. Something about the night felt heavy, almost suffocating. The street behind us was silent, no dogs barking, no voices drifting from neighbors’ windows—just stillness. I hesitated. Then, with a sharp breath, I knocked. Before my knuckles even left the wood, the door creaked open on its own, swinging inward as though it had been waiting for me. I jerked my hand back. “What the hell…”

The only sad thing has to be the lies they tell us about love and romance. All my life, I've read books like these, waiting for my prince charming to snatch me and drive me far away from here. But Onyx is who I get. Someone who has turned me to his slave. Someone who calls me a whore. People still respect him and it shocks me. A knock sounds on the door and my heart skips. Who might it be at the door. Swallowing a gob of saliva, I walk slowly to the door before grabbing the handle and pulling it open.

The book was not that much interesting it was about business. There was a knock on my door and my eyes opened immediately. I was still feeling dizzy, so I yawned loudly and stretched my body. ‘Wow, what a long and peaceful sleep’ I said within me while going to the room. I knew it was morning already if not why would they knock on my door? The knock on the door persisted. I decided to check who it was. It was too early in the morning to disturb. I knew it would be no one else but Gladimir. ‘He had finally decided to come back home’ I thought to myself.

My reading is very slow because of it. When I found a few books in the drawer of the nightstand, I decided to ease myself back into it. It wasn't until about noon the following day that there was a knock on my door. I waited for a long time in the chair, hoping whoever it was would simply think I wasn't there and leave. But they keep knocking. With a groan, I stand up to answer the door. I barely open it a crack at first, peaking through it just enough to see who it is.