Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

Over the next few days, I avoided Elliot, leaving early and returning late to dodge him. To my surprise, Yvette came to me, knocking on the door of my temporary office with a smile that looked almost sincere. "Mrs. Kline, I understand you're upset, but I just want to learn from you," she said. I kept my eyes on my screen. "Learning doesn’t mean taking someone’s workspace." She sat down in a chair opposite me, her tone sickeningly sweet. "I've always admired your work. It's an honor to be here."

She gave a tight smile before awkwardly mixing in the sea of the elite My knees were nearly giving out, but I refused to bend. I knew what it meant to be in this world. What happens when you crack— I knew. What happens when you bend— I knew How hard it is to get here and, How easy it is to fall And I refused to crack. I stood tall. Killian leaned closer to me, his hands suddenly sliding down from my shoulder slowly to my waist. I felt his warm breath on my ear sending shock waves down my spine.

"On your knees." The command sent a jolt of pure, undiluted fear through him. He sank to his knees on the damp grass, the rough blades pricking his skin. He was completely at the man's mercy. His head was bowed, his eyes fixed on the ground. He heard Victor walk around him, circling him like a shark.

“Dada!” She ran on unsteady legs with her arms windmilling, the black tulle bouncing and the black roses scattering petals behind her. The congregation held its collective breath as she stumbled, caught herself, and kept going straight into Kielan's arms as he dropped to one knee at the edge of the altar.

I huge my knees and waited until warm water will do its job to my body "It was so real," I whispered for myself in an almost crying voice then shake my head. And my hands covered my face, with disbelief… ‘Just don’t get asleep, just don’t close your eyes, I repeated for myself in my mind, several times. - “Yes, I totally went crazy, what a hell… After that stupid show, I will sleep for three days, this is just stress, and the mind can rule the body, it’s just a really really huge stress”. I brushed with my one hand through my wet long hair in deeply sighing.

“On your knees. You’re going to redo every single equation until you get them right. Without sitting, maybe that’ll help you focus for once.” My cheeks burned hot. “On my… knees?” “You heard me, Miss Kane. Unless you’d rather I pick up the phone right now and have a nice long chat with your mother about how her perfect daughter is about to tank her entire scholarship.” I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper. My hands were shaking as I lowered myself down onto the carpet. The rough weave dug into my knees right away, and my short skirt rode up my thighs the second I settled. I felt so exposed like this, kneeling there on the floor in front of him while he sat on the edge of his desk like a king

But no amount of rain could put out the fire in his eyes. I still remember the slight tremor in his voice when he said, "Sienna, you always say love can grow over time. So… can you just… try to like me? Just a little." He had said it so carefully… as if he was afraid I'd shut him down completely. That kind of sincerity had always been my weakness. My heart pounded. My friend had teased me back then. "Zachary really fell for you at first sight, huh? You must have some crazy charm.

When she stopped reading, breathless, he brushed her hair behind her ear. “On your knees, Fallon.” Her mouth opened slightly. “Professor” “I said kneel.” Something in his voice shattered her hesitation. She dropped. The carpet was soft beneath her knees. Her heart beat like a war drum. He unzipped his trousers, slowly letting her see the thick length of him rise in the firelight. “I want your mouth as devoted as your voice.” She took him in. Warm, hard, and heavy on her tongue. His fingers curled through her hair, guiding her rhythm.

My knees caved beneath me as I fell to the floor, weeping. Pregnant.

Whatever thanks to his reassurance, I can take a breath in relief, I shifted my attention back to my father, who had fallen to his knees in front of Alpha Kings. The sight of him being on his knees made me satisfied. How many times did I get forced to kneel like that? Beaten, humiliated, reduced to nothing? And now, he was the one groveling on his knees, someone as proud as him on his knees, is quite worthy to watch, after all they deserve it.