Every Knee Shall Bow Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Now get on your knees.” My legs folded before I could even think about refusing. The hardwood floor was cool against my bare knees as I knelt in front of him, looking up at the man who held my father’s life — and now mine — in his hands. My short black skirt rode up my thighs, and I didn’t pull it down. I knew he wanted to see. I knew he wanted to see everything.

Kate is beside her, steady and warm, holding the space the way she's been holding spaces in this family for thirty years. I kneel. This body has never knelt voluntarily. Not in boardrooms, not in negotiations, not even at funerals. Sean Cooper does not kneel. It's not a decision, it's more like architecture, the same steel framing that holds the rest of me upright. I kneel on the bathroom tile in front of a woman who is crying because the world found out she was brave enough to survive, and my knees touch the cold floor, and the architecture doesn't matter.

LILA’S POV Kneel. The command wasn’t spoken out loud. It didn’t need to be. It pulsed through the air like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me and yet… …it did. The corrupted mates dropped to their knees all at once. Thirty… forty… I didn’t even know anymore. Every single one of them bowed their heads not in defeat. In obedience. My breath hitched. “No…” I whispered. But the word felt weak. Distant.

"What else do you want?" Phoebe sneered, then kicked the back of my knee. "If you're apologizing, then act like it. I want you kneeling while you apologize to me." One knee slammed against the ground, but I still refused to bow my head. In just a little while, I would officially become Mr. Grey. If I humiliated myself here, I would be humiliating Evelyne too. Phoebe clearly hadn't expected me to be this stubborn. Even after the kick, I still refused to kneel properly. Furious, she reached out to shove me all the way down.

I could see her shaking, fear rippling through her. “Now,” I said, voice sharper. Aurora’s head dropped, chin nearly touching her chest. Slowly, with obvious pain and effort, she knelt down at Vicky’s bedside. Her bad leg trembled violently beneath her, her hands shaking as she pressed her forehead to the floor. In that moment, all that fierce resistance was gone, replaced by a broken submission. She bowed forward, touching her forehead to the floor. The tile was cold, but she didn’t seem to notice. She repeated the movement, again and again, her voice flat and mechanical:

I keep my gaze on my new boots, focusing on not giving in to my body fear. ____________ On your knees - the king murmurs in a voice as soft as velvet. I should kneel down, but my pride won't let me. Even here, even in front of the royal family, my knees won't bend. ____________ No - I contest, gathering strength to raise my head. _____________ Do you like your cell? - He asks. His voice fills the hall, and the menacing tone of the words is clear as day. Still, I stand. He tilts his head and looks at me like I'm intriguing.

The white-haired man is the last to follow, and he bows his head deeply. “The King has returned.” He says quietly, bending the knee to his King.

the second guard said, “you do it *kneeling.*” The word hit like a slap. Submission. On Lunaris stone. In front of their guards. Every Alpha instinct in him howled. Pride rose in him like a beast, furious at the idea of bending to anyone on foreign ground. Elowen’s face rose in his mind. Bleeding. Dragged. Caged. Love cut through pride like a blade. Pride tasted like ash. He went to one knee. Stone bit through his trousers, cold and unforgiving. The forest air seemed to hold its breath.

Like she was made of starlight spun into skin, and I was still learning how to hold her without breaking. Her back rested against the ruined altar. I braced her there, my arms caging her softly, our foreheads nearly touching. "I've got you," I said again. But it wasn't enough. Not for what she deserved to hear. Not for what I had kept buried like a coward. Slowly, I moved back. My knees hit stone. My hands followed. And then— I bowed. Fully. Forehead to the cold ground, my body folded in surrender. A prince. A wolf. A weapon. Brought low, not by chains or crowns or magic.