Novel & Cerita Bend Her

She groaned. “To help you advertise.” He said and she gave him a questioning look, not understanding what he meant. “Everyone would love to receive a gift from Eric Ivan-James. I have about thirty female employees who will get one each. I will send some to my mom, sisters and cousins, female business partners, extended families, friends. I’m sure they will use the products and if they like it, no doubt they will want to purchase more.” “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around him, giving him a bone-crushing hug.“I’ll make sure I give you a good discount.”

I asked furrowing my brows. Does he skip his college because of me? "How does it look like?" He asked amusingly. "Arrrhh!!" I pulled my hair out of frustration but felt a strange feeling that my hand is not functioning and to prove my hypothesis I couldn't able to bend my left hand when I tried, and my hand was heavy as well. By chance, is there any possibility to gain weight overnight and all the weights would be stored in one hand? I looked at my hand and a gasp escaped from my mouth. A huge sandal colour bandage was covering my whole palm not leaving any space to breathe my skin. I confusingly looked at him who was staring at my already stunned face.

I stopped touching her and she turned to watch me. "Bend down." Her eyes widened instantly as if she was being pulled out of her world of fantasy. "I... should bend?" She blinked. So cute. So adorable. Sometimes I forget how innocent she was. "On my leg." I said. She said nothing, just staring at me as she bit my lips. "What are you going to do to...?" I didn't let her complete her statement as I grabbed her and bend her above my legs. "Bennett...what the hell are you.."

She lifted her face, sucked in a breath of scorched air, and screamed. Not words. A howl. It tore out of her, ripping the smoke and heat, laced with something older than language. *Give.* The wind answered. It slammed into her from behind, nearly knocking her forward into the fire. She planted her feet, dug into the dampening soil, and *bent*. She imagined her arms as channels. Her body as a reed through which the wind could blow. Not to fan the flames outward—gods, not that. Sideways.

she bend over to pick the pillow from the ground to throw at him again but hissed as her body hurt like hell! “Here” Ben picked it up and gave it to her “Throw as much as you like, but after you’re better. Lie down for now, please” He tried to help her to sit. But she was furious. She pushed him “I don’t want to see you… I want a divorce”

I wanted to put my arms around her and just throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bedroom, but I clenched my fists and took a deep breath to focus on my ballet lesson. “Okay, so, first, I’m going to teach you the fish lift,” she said. “Fish?” “Yes, that’s just what it’s called. Don’t ask me why,” she shrugged. “So you’ll lift me from here—” She patted her right thigh. “—and here,” she said, pointing to her abdomen. “My left leg will bend into a passé sort of, and you’ll lunge and dip me.” “Sure sounds simple enough,” I muttered, and she smirked.

She just held me, solid and warm and unwavering. And in her arms, something inside me finally softened. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe I was just bending. And maybe—just maybe—that was okay.

Bohden wasn't happy about the rule but he had no choice, maybe it was the best to do this. He placed her down, she got herself out of his arms the moment she touched the floor and went to sit back to the couch. Bohden too went to sit back, lighting another cigar, only cigar could keep his hot head cslm now. She watched him silently for a while before she spoke "How many do you smoke a day?" She pointed at the cigar he was holding, "Many, but it depends on my mood" she touched her neck where there was a bite mark, she could feel ot with her fingertips, it was stinging a little bit. He took a long puff and then released it in heart shapes making her look at with stunned face. "How did you do t

Ken, confused, follows behind her watching curiously. What’s gotten into her? He wonders. Balancing herself with on hand on the smooth stone edge of the window, she leans out to see where it went; determined not to lose it this time. Suddenly, she notices the Phoenix statue from her dream. Gasping, she steps back losing her footing. Closing her eyes and bracing for impact with the cold hard ground a few feet below, she begins to feel everything swirling again - just like in her dream. Still bracing for impact, she reaches out for anything to steady her, yet suddenly finds herself in Ken's arms – across the room.

I'll fix it right away. But she shook her head. 'Apologies aren't enough. You need to learn discipline.' She stood up, walking around the desk toward me. She was tall, almost as tall as me in her heels, and she moved like she owned the whole world—which she pretty much did. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my arm. Her grip was firm, surprising for her slim fingers. 'Bend over the desk,' she ordered. My eyes went wide. 'What? Ma'am, I—'