When Love Comes Knocking Novels & Stories

God, I wanted nothing more than for him to come home, for him to rip off his uniform, toss me onto the bed, and make sweet love to me. Higher and higher, I felt myself about to tip over the edge. So close. So fucking close. My toes curled, and— Someone knocked on the front door. I squeezed my eyes shut even harder, trying to ignore the knock and to lose myself in more distant memories of him. His crew-cut dark brown hair, those even darker brown eyes staring down at me as he pumped into me slowly. “Fuck,” I whispered. When the person at the door continued to knock, I tossed my vibrator aside—the sound killing the mood. I’d never come like this. Whoever was there’d better have a good fucking

His thumb brushed her cheek again, wiping away the tears he hadn’t caused but longed to heal. “I love you,” he murmured. “Even when I didn’t deserve you. Even when I didn’t know how to show it. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving that love to you.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart caught in the snare of his words. She wanted to believe him. But before she could answer, a sharp knock echoed through the apartment. They froze. Another knock, harder this time, urgent. Amara stiffened, pulling her hands from his grasp. “Who...?”

*** Knock knock knock “Cammie, open up, it’s safe to come out now!” It’s Robin calling in from the other side of the door. The relief of hearing his voice rushing over me like a tsunami. I scramble to open the door and there he is standing in the doorway, his hand is bleeding and he’s dripping blood all over the floor but he’s alive. I run into his arms, “I love you too!” I cry into his neck as I hold him.

~Tia~ *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* At first, I thought it was a part of my dream, this annoying knocking. I turned over multiple times, hoping it would go away. It was the knock on my bedroom wall that got me moving. ‘WOULD YOU ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR?!’

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.

If he doesn't tear up like I just did he doesn't desert the woman who said those words. "I love you, baby." I say as I wrap my hands around her and pull her into a hug when we hear a knock on the door and Richard comes in. "Are we ready to go?"

She needed rest. Needed to figure out what came next. But just as she pulled back the covers— A slow, measured knock echoed against the door. Her heart stopped. She turned slowly, her breath shallow. She already knew who it was. Because only one person in the world knocked like that. Deliberate. Patient. Unshaken. Adrian. Claire’s pulse roared. For a second, she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Then—another knock. Firm. Steady. Unrelenting.

After all, he had spent half of his life being in love with Misty. To his dismay, Misty turned around and asked, "Carter, why haven't you made dinner?" He reluctantly entered the kitchen and started cooking, but he was too distracted and accidentally got scalded when the hot oil from the pan splattered all over. He tried to dodge the hot oil, only to knock a bowl onto the ground. The sound of the bowl shattering echoed in the kitchen, causing his heart to drop. As expected, Misty barged into the kitchen the next moment. When she saw the pattern on the shattered bowl, her eyes widened in anger. She yelled at him, "I've never allowed you to use this bowl! Are you an idiot?"

A small part of her wished that he would come to love her just as fiercely, but for now, she was content to bask in the warmth of his affection. Just then, “Knock! Knock! Knock!” The sound of gentle knocking broke the silence, and Kimberly quickly lifted her head out of the water. She was surprised to realize that she had been submerged for almost an hour, lost in her thoughts. The knocking came again, and she knew instinctively that it was Nicholas. A soft smile spread across her face as she called out, "I'm coming!”

After making sure she was asleep, he took out a little box from under his pillow. There was a ring inside. Its design was simple yet elegant. The details, in particular, whispered Damian's devotion. He took a deep breath and gently slipped the ring through Bella's ring finger. He watched it glimmer against her skin, his gaze growing soft. He kissed her fingertip lightly, as if worried she might wake up. "I love you, Bella Valdez," he whispered. Bella's exhale deepened momentarily before evening out again. Her face remained serene—no flicker of eyelids, no change in expression.