Knock On Any Door Book Novels & Stories

The knock came just after midnight. One short, deliberate sound. Then silence. Maya froze on the couch, her fingers curled around the chipped rim of her teacup. The television was still on, murmuring some forgettable crime drama she hadn’t been watching. Her eyes stayed fixed on the front door. No second knock followed. No voice. No footsteps. She waited. Her breath was shallow. Her skin prickled like it always did when something wasn’t right, though nothing in the apartment had moved. The night air hummed with stillness, thick and quiet and waiting.

That smile does not really sit well with me but I found myself giving a reluctant nod of approval. *** I was alone in my office when I heard the sound of fast and hard knocks on the door. I paused my action as I sensed the power of anger in the sound. Who the hell is it now? I was about to yell a 'come in', but I heard another knock, harder and faster than the first one. I frowned. Now, who the hell is really at the door knocking like they've got the mission to break down the door. Another knock. As expected, it was louder than the last one and had more power. I think only girls possessed with demonic spirit knock on doors this way.

Knock Knock The sound of knocking on the door was really loud, like tapping using internal power. Knock Knock Again, even though the first beat had not yet ten seconds passed. “Excuse me ---“ Tuti, who was just about to say, was cut off. The door she knocked on finally opened. Showing Anjani’s tiny face who came out of it. “What’s the matter?” asked Anjani kindly. Even though Anjani knows that behind the mothers there is Nisya who frowns in fear, I don’t know what the girl is afraid of.

Although I wasn’t even sure about the identity of the person knocking on my door, I had somehow decided that it must be Rowan. **Knock Knock Knock** The person knocked on my door again a couple more times, this time louder than before. While my heart beat so fast in my chest that I could hear it thumping in my ears, my mind raced to figure out whether or not I should open the door. "It’s me," I heard Rowan’s familiar voice from the other side of the door even before I could ask him for his identity. "Open the door, Anny," Rowan said with a hint of warning in his voice that made me feel like he might kick down the door if I refused him entrance.

“Knock” “Knock” As I sit on the couch reading, I hear a knock at the door which startles me a little. Enough to make me drop my book. “Dang it.” I murmur under my breath when I must find my bookmark and try to remember which page I was on. When I see the page, I place the bookmark in it carefully and stand up. Hearing the knock again, I walk to the door and ask, “Who is it?” Before waiting silently to the side.

I don’t even fully understand what I am. I become so lost in the book, absorbed in the words, that I jump when a sudden knock echoes through the room. My heart pounds. I snap the book shut, turning toward the door, my breath catching in my throat. Why would someone be knocking on the bedroom door? I sit frozen for a brief second, my heart still racing from the unexpected knock. With a steadying breath, I push myself off the bed and walk cautiously toward the door. My fingers wrap around the handle as I slowly pull it open, unsure of what, or who to expect.

The gentle knock on the door made Samantha confused. She wasn't expecting to receive anyone. "Are my captors here?" She asked herself. The knock on the door resounded again, this time a bit louder. But she didn't move. "It's me Sammy," the person behind the door said. Samantha's heart raced as she approached the door. She had been living a life of secrecy and isolation, and unexpected visitors were a source of anxiety. With trembling hands, she slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door just wide enough to see the person on the other side.

« Oooh yeah, that’s the point of being here. They are in this inn. » « Who ? » So now, who will knock the door? « Eeehh! Edward … would have the kindness to knock this door? » « I don't want to. I know that I am the one who suggested this so you must knock the door. » We kept arguing over it. I mean, who would have the audacity to knock this door. It was grubby, and on top of all, there is a description written by the blood that began to rot: Knock, and you'll be the next. Sorry, but I can't be next. That's frustrating !!! Arguing over a common door is embarrassing bu this door isn't common. It's even terrifying. But I'll sacrifice my pathetic self.

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

Anyta The knock on the door echoed around the house like thunder. It was not the soft, nervous kind of knock that neighbors used whenever they needed something. It was firm and unrelenting —like one who had come with firm purpose, one who would not leave until the door was opened. I froze, still holding the curtain in my hand. Clay's head turned towards the door, his jaw tightening as though he expected trouble. We simply didn't move for a moment. The silence held long enough for the knock to ring again, even louder.