Kneel Your Grace Novels & Stories

At the wedding ceremony, just as I was about to formally greet Alexander York's parents as my in-laws, his longtime female best friend, Casey Clarke, sprang up from the groomsmen's table and charged onto the stage. She dropped herself into the chair beside Alexander's father and crooked a finger at me. "Come on, Lucille, honey, my daughter-in-law. Come over here and pay your respects." By local tradition, newlyweds kneel before their in-laws and pay their respects during the wedding ceremony. The guests burst out laughing. Without the slightest hint of shame, Casey pulled up a video from the night before and played it on the big screen. In the video, she straddled Alexander's lap, forcin

Tears still clung to her lashes, and her breathing came in ragged, uneven pulls, but she refused to look away. “Go ahead.” Her voice shook, but she forced out every word. “Mark me!” She tilted her head, baring the side of her neck. “Do it, Varek. If you are going to threaten me with it, then stop talking and do it!” For one suspended heartbeat, nothing happened. She thought he would release her. Perhaps curse her. Perhaps drag her back to the floor and leave her there. She had not expected anything else. She had challenged him. She had nothing left to lose. She believed he had spoken out of spite and anger, because she needed him to understand that even this threat would not make her beg for

The rest of her men did not know how to react, but when they saw that their leader had knelt on the ground, they had no choice but to follow suit too. "W-w-what's going on?" Wesley and the others were just as startled, and they had already stood up since the moment Gracie came in. Beside him, Calvin asked softly, "What should we do? Should we kneel too?" Though he had no idea was what happening at the moment, he was already scared out of his wits by what he saw. "Kneel, kneel. This looks really serious!" Wesley did not know what else to do except kneel slowly. The rest immediately followed suit after seeing Wesley kneel.

Elaine gazes between me and the security team before bowing slightly. "Lower." I insist, and her body stiffens before she begins once again lowering herself. "Lower." "Anymore and my back will give out." She utters, the irritation in her voice is evident. "Lucky for you…” I drawl in a whimsical tone that does not match the situation. “You have flexible knees that can carry you as low as you need to go; thank the goddess for youth, huh?" "You want me to kneel to you?" "I want you to pay your respects to the reigning Luna of Dermont. Is that an issue? Especially given your almost treasonous admissions and oh…look around us, nothing but witnesses.”

Either he had come to check on Caden's progress and finalize his selection as crown prince, or—more dangerously—he had come with evidence and questions regarding the events that had unfolded. Either way, today would bring an answer. Grace led the servants to kneel in greeting. She kept her head lowered, her gaze fixed on the king's golden silk shoes embroidered with flying griffins. Salvador extended his hand toward her, his voice gentle but firm as he said, "Rise, Grace. It is far too cold to be kneeling for so long. Do not risk damaging your knees." Her tense shoulders relaxed as she slowly placed her hand in his and stood up. Her expression remained as gentle as ever as she replied, "Than

LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed.

I teased. Coal shook his head and groaned as he shoved me toward the front of the stage. “You're ridiculous!” he yelled, and I grinned at him. “And you love me!” Nathan growled at me, and I held my hands up to the hybrid in surrender. “Kneel,” Grayson demanded, and I raised a brow. “Come again?” “For the ritual. I need you to kneel.” “Oh. Yeah. Right.” I said as I kneeled, ignoring Coal's laughter into his hand.

He said, folding his arms across his chest in that confident, hunky way I hated. Even in nakedness, he still exuded the power and authority the Venmos always had on us. Talk about representing an entire lineage huh, I scoffed inwardly. Dragging my feet, I stopped a few inches away from him, risking my stare on his face rather than downward. “Kneel.” The moment it left his lips, I knew I was supposed to bolt out of the door. But that meant I wouldn't speak to Gracie. Then I went head-on and slowly sank to my knees with my eyes screwed closed just so I wouldn't satisfy his ego.

(Grace wants to lose her Vîrginty. She asks Tom for help) Grace tugged at the strap of her black singlet and sighed. She'd spent so long thinking about this moment that she couldn’t believe she was actually going through with it today. Her knuckles rapped against the door, and she took a step back. Her heart was thudding so loudly the beats pounded in her ears. While she waited for the sound of footsteps, she smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the street behind her.

Kael looked at Elena, her words were simple but it slowly ignited his desire for power and honor. Kael stood up, his chair scraping against the wooden floor with a soft protest. The flickering shadows cast by the candle danced ominously around him, Kael knelt, bending his one knee like how he saw from the knight that pledged their loyalty to the empire. Even though the surface of the wooden floor was cool against his knee, making his bruises hurt, he didn’t wince. “Please bring me wisdom to prove myself, madam.” Kael's voice trembled slightly, laced with earnest determination. The act of kneeling—of humbling himself before Elena—signaled not just a plea but an oath to embark on the path she