Kneel Down Artinya

Lumaki man ang Isang dalaga na walang Ina,Ang tanging nakasama lamang nito ay Ang kanyang ama,Na Mula pa sapol naging sakit na niya sa kanyang ulo, Isang araw dinala siya Ng kanyang ama sa Isang club na high class na pagmamay- Ari Ng Isang baklang nag ngangalang mama weng, ngunit tumangi ito dahil sa kulang pa sa edad.Ngunit Dahil sa kagandahang taglay nito at ganda Ng katawan tinanggap Siya Ng may-ari . Pagsapit Niya Ng ika labing - walong taon ,naging tampolan Siya Ng mgA lalaki'ng ayok sa laman kapag ito ay sumasayaw Kahit night ties Ang suot ,makikita pa Rin Ang ganda Ng katawan nito Lalo na Ang kanyang hinaharap. Paano Kong Isang araw Kunin Siya Ng Isang pinaka mayamang tao sa mundo, tall and handsome na hinahangaan Ng maraming kababaihan at kinikilalang playboy , At gawinh bilang alalay nito. Tangtanggapin kaya niya,,? Paano Kong kelan Nila mahal na mahal Ang isa't Isa,at may nabuo na sa kanilang pagmamahalan , Saka Naman dumating Ang totoong nagmamay- Ari sa taong mahal niya, kaya ka Niyang ipaglaban Ang kanilang pagmamahalan ,o' bibitaw na lamang Siya kahit alam Niyang masasaktan siya at Ang lalaking mahal Niya?, Series I;The Virgin Prostitute (Havana)the playboy downfall

My mother was a traitor. To my pack, I am no better. I'm used to being overlooked. I've been unwanted from the time I was born, and my pack, River Crest, made it abundantly clear every chance they could that I was not welcome. No one and nowhere was safe. I've spent my entire life alone, with no family, no friends, and now, no mate. At 24 years old, unmated and unwanted, I've accepted that I must be one of the mateless. Wretched, forsaken wolves who are cursed to live out their lives alone. Or worse. The legends and histories claim that being a mateless wolf is worse than death. They suggest choosing a mate and forming a bond before madness sets in or the pack rejects me. But I've been rejected. I'm used to the feeling. I thrive in it. Because the more they push me away, the less pain and humiliation I have to face. If I can make it another year unmated, I could face banishment, and I'll finally be free. That's my goal. And I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. Even my mate.  

I was Randy Johnson's contract wife. For five years, I tried every possible way to make him fall in love with me. But aside from showing me concern in bed, he ignored me the rest of the time. When a piece of equipment at the amusement park fell and struck me, the first thing he did was rush to his beloved first love. She was startled but unscathed. Yet, he rushed her straight to the hospital. When a towering cake display collapsed on me, leaving blood streaming down my arm, he still chose to comfort his first love, who merely had a stomachache. Since he loved her so deeply, there was no reason for me, his contract wife, to stay. So I let him go and freed myself in the process. I chose to study abroad, vowing never to see him again for the rest of my life. I never expected… this time, he would be the one to regret it.

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.

The girl my family sponsored was a manipulative opportunist. She had my childhood friends wrapped around her finger. I helped her out of pity for her poor background, but she climbed her way up, slowly taking my place. She faked innocence in front of the brothers while sabotaging me behind my back. When they found out, they called me petty rather than blame her. I got fed up, married my college crush, and moved on. But they flew in overnight, begging for forgiveness.

WARNING !!: This collection is not for the faint of heart. These stories involve choking, spanking and raw sinful desires. Enter only if you’re ready to be tied by the chains of ecstasy. This compilation brings you a variety of spicy short stories, each having a different journey into the raw, intoxicating world of BDSM. Whether it’s a professor making his student kneel, an alpha punishing his maid, or a best friend daring you to give in, these stories will keep your pulse racing and your imagination tied down to the very last page. In this collection, submission isn’t weakness, it’s the ultimate temptation. Once you step in, you’ll be drowned in a pool of desires.

When the wolves were created they were created without a soul, animals, killer machines, ones that go on killing spree with nothing to hold them back. The gods regretted their decision to create the wolves, they were rogue, they had no loyalties, nothing to stop them from burning the whole world, they needed a soul. The gods couldn't give the wolves a soul, they refused to kneel down, and their souls were as dark as their dark lusts. The gods forced the wolves to their knees, giving them souls in the shape of humans, kill the soul and die, hurt the soul and feel agony, the souls are to be saved, and protected, no more killing, no more attacks, they are forced to take care of their own soul.

“Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime is being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Now, I’m not just pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, I have now become his slave. A slave that he hated with every breath in him. Would my Lycan King ever forgive and accept that I’m human and nothing more? Or would I be dead before I get a chance for freedom?

She was supposed to be collateral. Anastasia Volkov, daughter of a bankrupt oligarch, is handed to the city’s most feared pakhan to settle a debt she never agreed to pay. Nikolai Morozov does not take prisoners; he takes everything. One look at the trembling girl in his private box at the opera, and he decides her fear tastes like sin. But Anastasia is not the fragile offering she appears. Beneath silk and submission burns a woman who learns to weaponize desire, who carves her name into his skin with the same blade he presses to her throat. In a world of blood oaths and midnight executions, love is the deadliest betrayal. When the past comes to collect its dues, Anastasia must choose: kneel forever… or cut the king down and wear his crown.

"I Credic the crown Prince and Alpha of the White Flake Pack reject you, worthless Braelyn, as my mate." Braelyn, an orphan in White Flake Pack, found out that Credic the next Alpha was her mate. But after a one-night stand between them, Credic rejected her which caused Braelyn to leave White Flake Pack. Braelyn was rejected and pregnant but she became the powerful mother of three. And now the Almighty Alpha wants his Rejected mate and his powerful Triplets back at all cost. "I will kneel down in front of the whole wide world if you tell me to, Braelyn." "It's too late, near our mother and we will make sure your wolf suffer." His Triplets warned.