Romans & histoires Bring Him To His Knees Dramione

" His arrogant face loomed larger and larger before me. I suddenly jerked my head up and used the last of my strength to slam my forehead into his knee. "Don't celebrate so soon, Samuel! Even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!" The blow carried no real force. In my weakened state, I couldn't even make him stumble. Yet he clutched his knee and cried out in exaggeration, "My knee! How dare you injure me, Caleb!" He staggered back and fell heavily to the floor, pretending to be in unbearable pain. It was so over-the-top that anyone with half a brain should've known he was faking it. However, it instantly made Whitney and Kelly feel a pang of heartache.

For a split second, I thought he was going to hit the ground. But Dame moved faster than I thought possible. She reached out and grabbed him from behind, steadying him before he could fall. The room went silent. Everyone froze, watching the scene unfold like it was in slow motion. For a moment, no one said a word. The silence was finally broken by Klay’s sharp, disapproving voice. “What is this?” Don pulled away from Dame immediately, his face flushed. Without a word, he turned and ran out of the hall.

Victoria Keeping quiet, I nearly fall asleep as I listen to his breathing and the sound of his pen scratching over the paper hastily. The only thing that keeps me from actually falling asleep is his leg casually bobbing up and down from time to time. I don’t know how much time has passed but suddenly, the door gets thrown open, making him groan. “Tell the bitch that she has to come down to make dinner,” Daria yells, her nasal voice having my skin crawl.

Ruby, as if she had finally worn herself out, gestured for the bodyguards to let Micah go. She raised her foot and brought it down hard on his bruised face, her expression feigning pity. She scornfully remarked, "See? Even your father didn't want you. How tragic." The elevator doors slowly slid shut. Only Micah remained, his small frame curled tight against the cold tile floor. I dropped to my knees beside him, knowing that it was hopeless but still trying to lift him anyway. It was completely useless.

Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride. I turned to face the vast, dark assembly. As one, the crowd dropped to a single knee and bowed their heads in absolute fealty. "All hail Donna Corleone!" A deafening roar echoed through the heavens. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on a black wheelchair in the corner of the piazza. Mia was there, wearing a beautiful dress and clutching her teddy bear, waving at me with all her might. Once the ceremony concluded, my Consigliere approached and handed me a medical report.

However, her fantasies were abruptly shattered. With a swift motion, Draco raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to Lucas, his voice thundering with anger. "Lucas? What did you just say?" Lucas was stunned and clutched his face, scrambling to his feet and standing at attention. "Commander Kolt, I-I didn't say anything," he stammered. Lucas was bewildered. Why did Draco slap him upon their first meeting? Draco cast a cold glance at Lucas. "You just said someone should kneel down and beg for mercy? You said someone would have nowhere to be buried?"

Unless he wants me to kneel on the floor… again. “She doesn’t know how to do it…” I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from my behind. Sir Gleck stand beside me and politely held my waist. I thought he was all gentle and polite but without a warning, he kicked the back of my knees, making me kneel back on the floor. “Ouch…” I uttered silently. “Calm down. Don’t be too excited,” Sir Brian said to his brother. I bite my lower lip. I am certain there are already red markings on my knees.

she said. "That fight is going to kill you!" Lucas snapped. He couldn't comprehend why this girl was so stubborn. "Then I better die a hero then," She lunged at him again "Listen to your friends, Child." Damien smirked. He caught her hand and twisted her arm behind her back causing her to cry out in pain. Before he had time to let go, Draco ran at him as hard as he could. Damien threw him backwards and he landed hard on the ground. A wave of dizziness hit him and his vision blurred for a couple of seconds before everything brightened again.

Draco’s laughter only grew louder, filling the air like sunlight spilling into every dark corner of the safe house. Then, as if to crown the absurdity, Draco tugged at Damien’s sleeve. “You have to do the victory dance, Uncle Damien!” Damien blinked. “The what?” Draco hopped up, demonstrating with a serious expression—arms flailing, knees bouncing, spinning in a wobbly circle. “This one! You have to do it when you win.” Nico nearly choked on his laughter. “Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.”

"Long time no see. Still as beautiful as ever." "No wonder Dante still can't get over you." I clenched my back teeth and said nothing. He released me, stepped back, and dropped onto the sofa. "Kneel." "Do a good job, and I'll keep your brother's medication coming." "Do a bad job..." He smiled but didn't finish. I walked over. I knelt down. Dominic leaned his head back with satisfaction and closed his eyes. My hand slid up his thigh. Soft. Slow. He let out a low groan.