Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

My knees buckled suddenly beneath me, as I fell into total darkness. End of flashback

Killian sighed. I feel terrible. Am I being stressful? Why does what he thinks about me suddenly matter? I felt devastated and managed to stand. My feet are wobbly and I ended up falling on his chest instead. It was accidental, but I could stay here forever. I pushed my body backwards, maintaining my composure with a grin. Standing, I realised how much taller and bigger he is compared to me.

said the mysterious man. Katie opened a large brown envelope that contained a book similar to a bank account book and several letters. She was very surprised. "What is all this and for what?" Katie asked. The mysterious man exhaled roughly and looked at Katie with an inexplicable look. Then, he replied, “Katie, I'm ... in case something happens to me, at least you have what I have. Maybe you're wondering why yourself and not someone else? This may sound ridiculous, but I apologize in advance if this will sound surprising or ridiculous to you. When we made love last night, I didn't wear protection, because honestly, I wanted to have children so that I could inherit all the wealth I have. And

“I commend you for showing me your true self before I allowed myself to fall in love with you. Thank you for saving me from a fate worse than death.” As she hurried to her room, she sighed with relief that he didn’t try and stop her. When she entered her room and slammed the door, the tears flooded her eyes while cries of agony wracked her whole body. Never had she wore her feelings on her shoulders before, and never would she do it again. She’d practically begged for his love, only to have him cut her chest open with a knife and crush her heart. She would never sink to that level again. From now on, she would control her life and not let other people trample on her.

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

I decided I would go persuade him a little. I couldn't wait any longer. The book was not distracting me at all. I got up, put on a short white robe and headed to the kitchen. His office door was still open. He looked up at me. I smiled and walked towards the cookies that Henry had left on the counter. I grabbed two and accidentally dropped one. I looked back to make sure he was the only one watching and then bent down showing him my whole ass as I did. I looked back and winked at him. I could see the carnal need in his eyes. It worked. "Hey Fellas, I am getting tired. We have to go early to the city so I think I am going call it a night." They weren't phased by seeing me as they walked out.

Not being able to keep onto my feet, I stumble and fall, hitting the floor hard. I mewl as he grabs my arm, pulls me onto my feet, and moves to his desk. “I was studying. Why can’t you go through a day without causing problems for me?” Gasping, I get pushed down. “Move!” He growls, and I flinch, crawling under his desk. Sitting down with a groan, he risks crushing me as he pulls himself back to his desk on his chair. Pulling my legs to me, I hug them with my arms and bury my head between my knees.

I watched them, my heart steady. “Lucian,” I said. “I’m not asking.” He tilted his head. “Neither am I.” For a moment, I thought he might refuse. Then he stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Every eye in the clearing followed him. He stopped a few feet from me. Looked up. Then down. Then… he went to one knee. The sound of his armor hitting the broken stone echoed through the valley. Gasps rippled through the warriors. Fia grabbed Finn’s arm. “He… he knelt.”

One evening, as I knelt to pick up scattered documents he’d dropped, he muttered, “You don’t have to do that.” I looked up at him. “I want to.” He turned away, pretending to focus on his work, but I saw the faint color rise along his neck. Each small reaction mattered. Each hesitation was proof my plan was working. Of course, accidents helped too. Once, I carried a tray of hot tea down the stairs, let my foot catch the edge of the step, and fell forward with a sharp cry. The porcelain shattered, tea splattering the floor. Keith’s chair screeched as he spun toward me, his hands reaching before he even thought about it.