Triplets Knock On My Door Novels & Stories

Mish's beloved advised. That was all she heard before sleep claimed her. _____________ The Triplets Rapid forceful knocks on her door startled her and her sisters. Not expecting anyone at the late hour, their lovers for the night had long been dismissed, they wondered who could be outside. Another set of knuckles impatiently rapped on the thick wood. Replete, they tried to ignore whoever it was on the other side.

“Well, the boys won’t stop asking if you two are on talking terms. They keep asking about you from Aurora, asking if you two talk well and she keeps lying to them. But that won’t work forever. The boys are pretty smart.” “Not pretty smart. They are very smart.” Arthur answered with a chuckle. Theo took a half and looked at Arthur from above his shoulder. “Don’t you miss her?” He inquired. “Aurora?” Arthur answered and Theo nodded. Just when Arthur opened his mouth to speak, the doorbell rang. They both looked towards the door with furrowed brows. “That is from the gate,” Theo uttered. “Who could it be? It’s past 9 p.m.,” he added.

In dry clothes, we wait, my nerves taut with anticipation. Then, as if on cue, the doorbell rings, breaking the silence like a crack of thunder. Mom moves to answer it, her footsteps echoing. With a sense of purpose, she swings the door open, revealing three figures standing on the threshold - Alex, Connie, and Chad, our most trusted confidants.

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.

"You are my daughter, and I will fight for you; we all will. You are never going to feel lonely again. We did what the moon goddess instructed, but now you're home. We adore you, so know you come first. You will never make a decision you do not want to because of pressure. For a moment, something fluttered in her, something breakable, something hopeful. Then, a knock came at the door. A presence filled the air. A cold, ancient energy seeped into the room. Alexia stiffened. I turned, already knowing who it was. The triplets had come for their mate. And I wasn't sure I had the power to stop them or make them give her more time.

EPISODE 2 — THALIA ARRIVES Three knocks at the door. Slow, measured, spaced exactly three seconds apart — the rhythm of a clock ticking down to something irreversible. The sound echoes in the silence like a countdown, like footsteps approaching in a long dark corridor. “Lady Isadora?” The voice is low, flat, carries no warmth or question — just a statement of fact, as inevitable as dawn. “May I enter?”

They were here. I took a slow breath, my heart hammering against my ribs as the door swung ope. And for the first time in days, I was face to face with the triplets. Klaus, Kane and Keith stood in the doorway, their stormy grey eyes scanning the room, their presence as suffocating as ever. Klaus looked exhausted, as if the weight of the past few days had drained him beyond belief. Kane, usually the coldest, had something unreadable in his gaze. And Keith.. Keith was barely holding it together.

Matthew and Daniel patted her head: "Be good, and in a couple of days, we'll go see the Northern Lights." Hearing their words, I felt my chest tighten. I got up and moved to a corner. When I came back to my senses, Matthew, Daniel, and William had their backs to me, chatting with another professor from the department. Sarah had silently made her way to my side. My internal alarm went off. She lunged forward and grabbed my bracelet, throwing it to the ground. This bracelet contained my parents' ashes. It shattered on impact, its contents scattering, carried away by the air conditioning current.

The door loomed before me, a light orange hue—a mockery of warmth against the encroaching night, perhaps a remnant of Halloween. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself, then raised my fist and struck the door—three hard raps against the frame that shattered the silence. Each knock reverberated in my bones, an urgent summons that echoed back at me, demanding not just entrance but a reckoning with whatever lay beyond that threshold.

That knocking sound somehow made Gerald feel uneasy. “Anyone behind the door, please knock three times instead of two!” ordered Gerald coldly. His obsessive compulsive disorder wouldn’t allow that trivial stuff to be overlooked. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! “Who’s there?” asked Gerald as he approached the door. “Nobel,” answered the person behind the door. That voice was clearly Cedric. It seemed like he was in the mood for some knock-knock jokes. Curious, Gerald went along with that while opening the door, “Nobel who?”