Kneel Before Me Novels & Stories

The fabric pooled at her feet. She stood completely naked now, her skin pale in the dim light. “Kneel.” She sank to her knees on the hard floor. “And why do you kneel?” “I kneel…” she said, looking up at him, “…to physically enact the hierarchy. To lower my body… as my intellect has lowered itself to your greater understanding. It is a… a spatial manifestation of consent.” He nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. “Eloquent.” He walked to his desk chair and sat. “Come here. To my feet.”

He explained. "Yes, Sir." "Good, girl," he said with a happy smile on his face, "Now next position, kneel." Without hesitation, I immediately knelt. I would have done so gracefully, but my knees were so wobbly that when I started to kneel, they gave away slightly and I dropped. "Sit back on your heels, shoulders back, and hands-on your knees, keep your eyes on the floor."

The council guards stationed at the hall entrance and along the corridors drove their spears upright into the flagstone seams, dropped to one knee, bowed their heads, and bared the napes of their necks. The oldest form of submission. Exposing one's most vulnerable point to someone of higher rank. The seven Alphas knelt as well. Cain braced himself with his left hand and dropped to one knee. His right arm hung at his side, fist still clenched around the snapped needle. As he lowered his proud head, no sound came from his throat. The veins along the side of his neck bulged, as if he were holding back something deep in his chest that threatened to break free.

"Your left leg is broken, and your right wrist is fractured. From now on, you won't even be able to stand on your own, let alone sign any documents or try to take Sam down." She lifted her gaze to my ashen face, her tone carrying a twisted sort of pity. "From now on, just behave yourself. I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." Samuel leisurely got back on his feet and dusted off the grime that had gotten onto his suit during his pity ploy. He stared down at me, the bloody, battered man on the floor. "Now that's much better. You'd better stay right where you are and stop your futile attempts to resist."

I open my lips to speak again, but before I can, the old woman slowly lowers herself onto one knee. I can hear the audible gasps ripple through the gathered crowd like the ripples that come from throwing a rock into a river. One after the other, every other knee follows until hundreds of people…big and small, young and old, men and women and children…are all on their knees. It takes me a while to realise that they are kneeling before me and not before any one else. “No…” I whisper, stumbling backwards involuntarily. “You don't have to do this…you're mistaken…”

During a street shootout, my distress signal was accidentally sent to the ex I had forgotten to delete. Dante, the district boss, looked down at me, covered in blood, and sneered: Three years, and you finally found an excuse to come looking for me?" "I'll give you credit for coming up with such a desperate act as taking a bullet. I'll forgive you this time." I trembled all over with fury. Three years ago, just because his childhood sweetheart, Mia, said she envied my engagement ring. Dante forcibly pulled the ring off my finger, and Mia became the star of the engagement party. I was thrown out of the banquet hall. That was when I gave up completely and fled New York. Seeing that I said nothi

I pull the panties down, kicking them off my feet and letting them drop in a heap on the hardwood floor. "Get on your knees," I command. He remains standing. His jaw is tight, his eyes darting toward the ceiling. "I don't think that is right, ma'am." I look at him and smirk. "You're disobeying me, Caden." "No, ma'am, I just," "Kneel. Now."

He licked his lips and smiled wickedly, sending tingles all over my body, and heating my body up even more. Taking one of my pillows, he placed it on the floor between us. “Kneel on the pillow, Luv,” he commanded still with that wicked smile of his. I obeyed him even though I was confused about why he wanted me to kneel in front of him. Does he want me to bow and worship him? His gaze turned even more intense and his smile more wicked once I knelt in front of him. “Now bear with me..” he said as he took my panties and went behind me.

My bestie was a hopeless romantic. “If we give him money, he’ll surely reconcile with me!” “Do I need to give him money too?” “Yes. If he doesn’t say yes, we’ll kneel downstairs in his block to beg him!” “Do I kneel, too?” “Yes. That’ll look more sincere. If he still doesn’t say yes, we’ll both die before him!” “Must I die as well?” “Yes, you must. He hates your guts the most!” Huh? Did the truth about my bestie meeting my online boyfriend in my stead and him unwittingly ending up being a trap dad get discovered?

God. It's not like Sill’s cold authority. Not like the old man’s crushing one. This one’s different — calmer, steadier… and somehow worse. What do I do? What do I do? Oh. Right. Bow. That’s what people do in front of kings. I gently set Hailey down beside me, trying not to trip over my own nerves. My knees bend stiffly, my voice shaking. “Y–your Majesty.” And then— He laughs.