Novel & Cerita When Love Comes Knocking

*KNOCK KNOCK* I keep knocking on Rain's room outside since last night up until now after I had my routine but he won't still reply neither open the door for me even how hard I tried the same goes with my messages and calls he doesn't answer it neither give me any simple messages that he's okay inside in his room. 'I don't even have a spare key in his room unlike him who had mine..' After we got out from the hospital just few days ago he promised to have a dinner date with me suppose to be last night but he stood me up,left me hanging on the restaurant he reserved and let me eat my dinner all alone with bitterness.

he told her huskily as the thunder of the music quietened down for the DJ to talk. Every nerve in her body was leaping and jumping like a soldier on parade. He had come to find her. Had Diego climbed Everest for her, she couldn’t have been more thrilled. “I have to go…” she framed dizzily in the general direction of her dance partner.

Amelia Amelia stormed through the hallway, her steps quick and purposeful. Enough was enough. She had tolerated Blake and his entitled nonsense for too long. Catherine and her minions had pushed her patience to the limit, and she wasn’t about to let them get away with it this time. If the school had any sense of justice, something had to be done. She reached the principal’s office and knocked firmly on the wooden door. When there was no response, she tried again. Still nothing.

Timika Knock! Knock! Knock! A faint knock reaches my ears, the sound so far away. It’s becoming louder with each knock, pulling me from the amazing dream I was having …. Those large, strong hands around my waist. “Ugh,” I groan… Why? I want to go back. I tuck my head under the comfy duvet. Knock. Knock. Knock!!! Three fast knocks follow.

“I love you. Both of you.” Some people go their whole life time without having another human being look at them the way Clement and Nicholas look at me right now. As if they can’t stand to be existing in a world where they’re not touching me. “We love you, too.” They say it at the same time, truth in every syllable. Their love hangs in the air and when the door closes behind them. I hug myself and slump back down, already counting the minutes until I see them again. A short while later, I’m just about to drag myself into the bath Nicholas thoughtfully drew for me when there’s a knock at the door. Excitement tripping along my nerve endings, I jog for the door, twist the locks and throw it ope

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

KEISHA Knock! Knock! Knock! The rhythmic sound echoed through the hallway as I stood outside Celine's door, my knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. Each knock seemed to reverberate through my bones, amplifying the anxiety coursing through my veins. My breath formed wisps of mist in the chilly air, my skin prickling with goosebumps from the cold.

“Sounds like something Mum would say.” “Hey, Zara. I know it may seem like love isn’t meant for you, but give it time. Try to give Damien a chance.” “It’s not that easy, Mandy. I still love Jason,” I said, feeling the ache in my chest. “I know. No one said it was easy. But when love comes calling, you might want to answer…” She might be right, but can I? I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻

"Knock" "Knock" I hear someone at the door and wonder who on earth it could possibly be. When I open it, I am even more curious because I have no idea who this woman is. "I am Ms. Goodberry your wedding planner. Your soon to be husband hired me to help you out. He said you were undecided on many things and he wants to make sure you have the most beautiful wedding money can buy, as it will be your last."

If she knows whose car that is. I ring the bell, and wait. And wait. And wait. But she won't open the door. I ring the bell again, thinking she might've not heard it the first time, but she still won't open up. A frown adorns my brow when concern begins to settle in. Is everything okay in there...? "Gard?" I call, knocking on the door with my knuckles once. I swear I'm not being impatient, but when I still don't get a response, I press my ear to the door, listening. It's really quiet inside. I draw back and raise my fist to knock again, but-