Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

I twisted and turned but they held me down as tge delivered their ministerations all over. “Look at you. Tough on the outside but an absolute slut on the inside. Fuck I could have your cum everyday and not get tired” All these while, my eyes had been closed as I enjoyed their attention. But when I felt something soft and slick swipe through my pussy lips, my eyes shot open as a tingle of desire shit through my spine. And nothing prepared me for the sight before me. Kael, on his knees, my thighs beside each of his face as he held them apart, he smirked at me, his mouth dangerously close to my pussy.

The surrounding werewolves made no move to intervene. Instead, they looked on with expressions of eager anticipation, as if awaiting a good show. Tiffany's smile twisted into something ugly and vicious, as if she could already see me groveling at her feet. I took a deep breath, a cold gleam flashing in my eyes. "You want me to kneel? As if you're worthy enough for me to do that." The nearest Gamma reached out to grab me by the hair. I sidestepped smoothly and kicked him hard.

He said to me, before he left the living room. After he left, I broke down completely. My knees became weak, and I fell to my knees on the ground with a loud thud. Falling to my knees was not painful, but being rejected by the one I loved was. “Why?”. I muttered and clenched my chest as I whimpered while trying to hold my tears. The sensation was burning, and it felt like I was going to pass out from pain if I didn't control the overwhelming emotions that had burst out of me.

“Now… go on your knees.” My breath stuttered. For a heartbeat, my legs refused to move. Not because I didn’t want to obey—but because the weight of what he was asking made every nerve in my body scream with awareness. Slowly, shakily, I lowered myself onto the floor. The marble was cold against my knees, grounding me in a way that almost hurt. I folded my hands in my lap, my hair spilling over my shoulders, and lifted my eyes to him. Nico exhaled, leaning back in the bed again, his expression unreadable as he took me in.

ALANNA My heart starts to beat faster, my stomach churning uneasily. The king sits up, his burning gaze intense. I swallow hard, my gaze rooted to the floor. I have just committed a crime. What's my punishment? What if they decide to whip me a hundred times? What if I'm going to be thrown into a furnace? "I'm s-so s-s sorry, I shouldn't have c-come h-here. P-please don't be mad at me. I'll be g-good from now on" I stutter, tears blurring my vision. I'm panicking too much to even notice that the king has gotten out of bed and is now standing right in front of me with his robe untied. I don't notice his presence until I perceive the sweet smell of roses and lavenders. Oh my God. What smells so

I stuttered as the phone fell from my palm finding its way to the marbled parking lot ground. CHECK OUT BOOK TWO (THE BILLIONAIRE EX-LOVER'S REVENGE)

I got up again and tried walking, but as soon as I got to my feet, a piercing pain made me groan in agony. “Need any help?” Leo smirked. I shook my head and leaned to the wall for support, standing on my toes, intending to stop them from being inflicted with further damage. I was so emotional earlier that I did not care about the consequences of my actions. I mean, what if it was Dylan that walked into that room? My tactic was working, but my toes ached. As soon as I reached the bottom of the staircase, I collapsed again. I let out a string of curse words, but stopped when I heard Leo chuckle.

“My God! What happened Mr. King?” “She was run over by a drunk driver.” Steven said as he walked around her and headed towards the elevator. Sandra, seeing that she wasn't needed, bounded towards the kitchen to pour herself a drink. Steven showered hurriedly and threw on a black Tee-shirt and a pair of Jeans before grabbing the keys to his porch. He raced to Marie's room and picked out some clothes for her in case she woke up at night and wanted to change into something else. The more he thought about it, the more confident he was on the fact that she would wake up before morning. He was about to dash out of the room when another thought hit him. What if she woke up in the night and was bore

“Jillian,” I whispered, grabbing his wrist, “don’t go out there alone.” His hand closed gently over mine, gun in the other. “I’m not. You’re with me.” “That’s not what I—” He turned, eyes locking on mine, serious. “Christy, if anything happens, I need you to run. You know the side hallway by the library?” I nodded. “There’s a hidden passage behind the tall bookshelf. Pull the black book with the red spine. It opens a door. Go through, stay quiet, don’t stop.”

he asked softly, his voice barely above the breeze. “Now…” she whispered back, her fingers tightening around his. “I still fall. Every day.” And with that, he leaned in, kissing her like it was the first time. And maybe it truly was. Not rushed. Not fiery or desperate. Not about lust, confusion, or proving anything. This kiss was calm, steady, and deliberate—the kind that promised safety, trust, and a shared future. His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her face to his, while hers rested lightly on his chest, feeling the steady beat of a heart she now knew belonged to her.