Murder Knocks Twice Novels & Stories

Despite that, I could feel every long, hard inch of him grazing against me. “Fuck…” he growled, his voice dropping to a heated octave. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The knock was harder and continuous this time and just impossible to ignore. “Motherfuckingfucker!” he barked against my lips. His eyes remained closed, his forehead pressed against mine, his hand clutching the side of my face. Through gritted teeth, he uttered in a dim voice, “Stay right fucking here. Don’t fucking move! I just need to murder someone first.”

Nick knocked on the door twice and Martin pushed it open when the door unlocked with a ping. A man was sitting behind the desk, his face hidden from the laptop. But I could feel my heart ready to jump out of my chest from fear. For a long time, none of us spoke. And the heavy silence was eating me alive. “We were dealing with Peter and she saw everything and then had the audacity to kill me twice. I was going to kill her then and there but Martin wanted to bring her here.” Nick complained, but the dark edge in his voice made me tremble.

The horrors I've seen threaten to overwhelm me, but his presence keeps the darkness at bay, if only for now. Killian sits down beside me, his hand finding mine and giving it a comforting squeeze, "I understand you're sentiments, babe. You're in shock," he says as he holds me close despite my resistance, "I knew it just now too, so I came as soon as I heard it, and you're indeed right — this was the second murder this semester, and oddly as it maybe, it just happens to all unfold before your eyes,"

I nodded, understanding what she was telling me. "You can't knock more than twice. There's a security camera right there," she pointed. "You have to follow the rules." I nodded again, slowly comprehending her instructions. She delicately knocked on the door twice with her knuckles. "Come in," a strong male voice was heard from the other side of the door.

And the clock starts ticking. The first punch lands so hard it lifts my ribs and knocks the wind from my chest. Knox isn’t even seeing me now, his face is cold, dead serious, and his knuckles slam into me again, this time across the jaw. My head snaps to the side, and blood spatters the dirt. Time starts.

KENDRICK I woke up before she did. Yulia was still curled against my chest, breathing slowly, completely relaxed like nothing in the world could reach her here. For a second, I just watched her. My arm tightened around her instinctively. Then— “Boom, boom, boom!!” The knock was neither soft nor polite. It was insistent. I exhaled through my nose. Whoever it was, they clearly didn’t value their life. Another knock. Then the door handle moved.

Lena, another message. “Second murder, same ice pick. Same MO, we need to talk. Now.” “Fuck,” Kane muttered, pulling on his pants. Rain hammered against the windows as a storm rolled in. Vera lit a cigarette, still naked, cum glistening on her full breasts. “Going back to your partner already?” Kane grabbed his shirt. “There was another killing tonight, same as Victor. I’m coming back here after I check it out and you’re going to tell me everything.”

We were both right. I got up, pulled paper towels off the roll, dropped to my knees and started soaking up the mess. My finger was still bleeding in a minor offended sort of way. The cut wasn’t deep but it stung more than it should and I was already running late and the day had barely started. I was still on the floor when the knock came. Three knocks. Slow. Even. Deliberate. Not Ria’s frantic five-hit knock that always sounded like she was trying to warn me about something. Not the delivery guy’s single lazy thud. Not my neighbor from 4B who knocked with one knuckle like he was apologizing for existing.

Each exhale shook. No. I’d rather collapse on a human road. At least there, no one would watch me bleed and call it weakness. I reached for the door handle — _Knock. Knock. Knock._ Three sharp raps. Not Micha’s knock. Not Kira’s. She already left due to an emergency, before micha even went to fight the rouges. Another knock again. I opened the door. I froze. My heart stopped, then slammed against my ribs. Bad idea. Pain shot down my side.

Slow. Measured. Familiar. Then someone knocked. Three slow knocks. Two quick ones. Raven’s heart sank. The pattern from beneath the house. The same rhythm that had followed them through every door. Seren stepped in front of him. “Don’t answer.” The knock came again. This time, a voice followed. “Seren.” She went completely still. Raven looked at her. “Who is it?” She did not answer. The voice spoke again. “Seren, I know you’re there.”