Kneel Your Grace Novels & Stories

"Hopefully this will be a lesson for you. When it's time to kneel, you kneel." Grace came from a prominent family and married into the wealthiest family in Lestoria. No one had ever dared speak to her the way I did at the hospital. It had enraged her so much that she flew all the way here herself, even after sending Amara to do her dirty work. She wanted to see with her own eyes how miserable and regretful I'd become for provoking her. Even so, I didn't kneel. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? Still don't realize you should be kneeling, Ms. Quill? Or are you hoping your dear mentor, who had just gotten out of the hospital, ends up in the emergency room like your grandmother?"

She couldn't imagine what her life would be like without Shane by her side. "Grace, please agree to Grandma's request." Jackson knelt before Grace. It was all he could do at the moment, begging Grace to come back. He had been so proud of himself, so arrogant, and so selfish. However, now he let it all go; he lowered his pride by bowing at Grace's feet. Grace was in a dilemma. "Grace, please." Margaret also pleaded. "If you ask me to bow down, I will." Jackson began to prostrate himself repeatedly, banging his forehead on the floor.

Grant moving to approach one of the chairs within the room with me doing the same thing only to pause when Grant moves to snap at me. “I did not give you permission to sit down yet sweet girl” At the tone of his voice, I instantly pause, frozen. Grant moving to speak once more. “Kneel. NOW.” Shocked by what he was commanding me to do I move to make sure he hadn’t just grown 2 heads. My lack of response now getting to him as he moves to bark out yet again. “I will not ask you again. Today, I am your Dom and you sweet girl are in training. So, kneel like I ordered you to do.”

He asked me again. I licked my lips. “Yes, Ethan. Anything.” He sucked in a deep breath. “Very well, Grace. On your knees.”

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.

One by one, my belongings were cleared out of the master bedroom and dumped into the guest room. The pain in my knees was excruciating. I fainted several times, only to be splashed awake with cold water by the guards and forced to continue kneeling. The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart.

"Go and apologize to Joshua. Bow to him while you're at it. "Then you'll get the money." Joshua was there, faking a nice smile. My hands were fists at my sides, so tight that they hurt. I had to do that for my mom. I bent my body in a full bow and forced out the words, saying, "I'm sorry, Joshua. I've got it all wrong about you before." Joshua made a show of helping me up, but he was really making fun of me. "You're making too much of it. I never held it against you.

I would not kneel to the man who was murdering our future. Kael’s eyes narrowed, flicking with annoyance at my resistance. For a brief moment, though, I saw it—hesitation. A flicker of doubt. He suppressed it immediately, but I caught it. "I SAID... KNEEL!" The Alpha Tone slammed directly into my nervous system. Crack. My will snapped. My legs gave out instantly. Thud.

Hannah watched, her breath catching, as Grace knelt. The cool floorboards of the room were a shock against Grace’s knees, but she didn’t care. Hannah’s lean hips, the strong thighs she’d dreamed of for days, were right before her. Grace hooked her fingers into the denim and pulled, dragging the jeans and the underwear beneath them down in one rough motion. Hannah’s clothes joined Grace’s at their feet, a tangled pile of discarded barriers.

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?