Kneel Your Grace Novels & Stories

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

"Hmph! It seems I see you everywhere!" After washing her hands, Grace elegantly wiped them with a tissue and raised an eyebrow. "I just wanted to ask you—where's the apology you promised?" She suddenly approached Yvonne, startling the latter to step back. Smiling, Grace said, "Do you plan to kneel before me on this special day?" "In your dreams!" Yvonne retorted. "You have the nerve to attend this event in those rags you're wearing. What gives you the right?"

Rita, just so you know, the clothes you just ruined are a custom-made order from bougie and classy and I had barely worn it for two hours" He's got to be kidding me. A shirt from that brand costs $1,500. I don’t need to inquire about the cost of the complete outfit. I know I can’t afford to repay him, so let me just beg him with the hope that he will let me go. I knelt and apologized to him. “I’m really sorry, can you just let me go this once? I promise to live like a ghost henceforth, just let me go this once,” he was grinning and enjoying the sight of me making myself pathetic. “If you had not done what you did this morning,

Dominick kneeled near me… -It's ok breath just breath baby I’m with you….You are not alone, Please Mathea just breathe.” He begged me with concerned eyes his hand stroke my back, then he brushed with his fingers through his blue hair with not knowing how to help me or what he should do or say to me.

"Now, аgаіn іn regard tо mеn, and particularly іn regard tо Adаm. From thіѕ moment fоrwаrd уоur wіll nо lоngеr uѕе уоur ѕаuсу mоuth аnd ѕhаrр tоnguе tо criticize Adаm Yоu will use them tо compliment аnd сеlеbrаtе hіѕ mаnhооd аѕ dо I." "Dо уоu undеrѕtаndіng whаt I аm tеllіng you Grасе?" "Yеѕ Mistress." "Grace аnѕwеrеd іmраtіеntlу. Arе уоu gоіng to make love tо mе nоw? I am ѕо horny, рlеаѕе untіе me now Mіѕtrеѕѕ." Grасе said, ѕtаrtіng tо tug аt hеr bоndѕ.

He begins with his speak while I patiently wait at the door for him to call me in. "Now please welcome my mate, Clara Jacobs" he says which my cue, I take a deep breath before making my way in. My eyes didn't leave Grayson's as I walk down the long path, lights from cameras went off as I went. Eventually I make it to the bottom of the two steps Grayson was stood on top off, he smiles reaching behind him to take my crown. A little cushion is placed on the steps, I knell with my knee placed on the cushion and my head down.

“You’re learning.” His fingers withdrew just as she thought she might fall into them completely. The loss of contact was as intense as the touch itself. “Now,” he said, stepping back slightly, voice cool again, “you’re going to kneel.” Her eyes flew open. “Kneel,” he repeated. “Not as an act of humiliation. As an act of grounding. You will place your hands on your thighs, palms up. You will breathe. You will stay with me.” Shaking, she lowered herself to the carpet. Palms up. Knees spread just enough to feel exposed, but not obscene.

Our eyes meet. No words at first. Just the sound of my breathing, too loud in the quiet. He steps forward. Slow. Deliberate. “Close the door, Celeste.” My hand trembles as I obey. The latch clicks shut. The world narrows to this room, this man, this moment. He studies me for a long beat eyes tracing from veil to hem, lingering on the rise of my chest. “Kneel,” he says softly. I sink to my knees on the worn rug before the small altar. The stone is cold through the fabric, grounding me even as everything else spins.

“Kneel. All of you.” There was a moment of hesitation, a silent communication that passed between them. Then, as one, they moved. Adonis, my proud Alpha, lowered himself to his knees first, his eyes never leaving mine. Knox followed, a smirk playing on his lips that didn’t quite hide his anticipation. Dante went down last, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

Chapter 138: Doves Grace stood barefoot in the grand doorway, practically drowning in one of Keegan's button-up shirts with his robe awkwardly layered over it like some fancy armor. The sleeves hung way past her hands, brushing her knees every time she moved. Her hair was sleep-mussed, and her eyes were still half-lidded like her brain hadn't quite caught up with her body. Keegan was already a few steps down the front staircase before he turned around to have a glance at her who was there blankly blinking, very much not dressed for the occasion.