Making My Ex Kneel And Beg Novels & Stories

Not being able to keep onto my feet, I stumble and fall, hitting the floor hard. I mewl as he grabs my arm, pulls me onto my feet, and moves to his desk. “I was studying. Why can’t you go through a day without causing problems for me?” Gasping, I get pushed down. “Move!” He growls, and I flinch, crawling under his desk. Sitting down with a groan, he risks crushing me as he pulls himself back to his desk on his chair. Pulling my legs to me, I hug them with my arms and bury my head between my knees.

In this game of power, one wrong move could end everything. “Then kneel,” I commanded, my voice cold and unwavering. “Kneel and beg.” Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, desperation flooding his eyes. “Please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “I swear, I’ll live up to your rules. I’ll do whatever you ask…” I gave a sharp nod, cutting him off. “Fine. My assistant will contact you. Be at the address tomorrow, at the exact time. No excuses.” ~~

"You think she'll forgive you just because you're on your knees? Take you back? Not a chance. Same as me — kneeling to ask her to be with me wouldn't guarantee a yes either. Using it as a guilt trip? Pathetic." Then he turned to me and started bowing his head to the floor in rapid succession, wheedling shamelessly between each one: "Please — be with me — I like you so much I can't stand it — I'm on my knees, I'm bowing, just say yes—" His forehead hit the floor again and again with solid thunks, utterly unbothered by the death glare from the former Alpha of Ashford Pack beside him. Cain could only watch. The two stab wounds in his back made it impossible to bend. All he could do was kneel th

"Is this how you beg someone? You didn't even kneel. There's no sincerity at all." Victoria held a poker card and beckoned me over with a finger. "That's right. Kneel and crawl over here like a dog to beg me. Perhaps then I'll agree." Damn it. Once I completed the task, she would get what was coming to her. I swore to myself that I would make her pay for it twofold. To complete the task as quickly as possible, I could only do as she said. I kneeled and crawled from the doorway to her feet like an animal.

I was already weak. “Shall we leave?” Stefan asked as his eyes wide excitedly, “Oh but before we go, we have a small job to finish.” Understanding I throw myself to him and begged him to let them go. “I-I will go, but please let them go,” I begged, “I will go just do nothing to them, please.” I had lowered myself once again. Begging to the person who was my dismiss. Kneeling down, he looks at me, and grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.

For five years. And where had it gotten me? Divorced. Humiliated and running from my own life. No. I wouldn't take this nonsense from Khiron anymore. I wouldn't let him manipulate me with his charm and his money and his convenient ownership of half of London. I'd go back out there. I'd apologize for being rude, because despite everything, I had been rude. You didn't yell at people in public spaces, no matter how justified you felt. But I would also be clear. I'd tell him politely but definitively that I wasn't interested in continuing whatever this was between us.

Masyadong mahaba ang pila para aksayahin pa niya ang oras dito. "Honey if I have to kneel... I'll do it. Just please give me another chance. I know I messed up big time but Babe, please... I love you! I know I broke your trust, but I'm really sorry," his voice begging, almost echoed in the hallway, "I really want you back. Please!" pagmamakaawa nito. He kneeled down on the floor, and his arms raised as a sign of defeat, "Babe, I'm begging you!" Everyone stopped as he won the attention of the crowd.

"I'll go on my knees right now and beg you. It seems like you don't know how terrible I feel. And if you need anything more than kneeling down, I promise to give you that." I opened my mouth widely as I could hardly say a word, although I was swinging my lips up and down. Was he seriously going to do that? That was definitely not possible. A handsome, reputable, competent, absolutely affluent, guy like him couldn't do such. I was so sure of it. Still doubting his promise, I gaped as I noticed him slowly bending his knees to settle them on the floor. What was this guy doing?! I gasped and hurried to stop him, pushing his shoulder so he wouldn't have to be completely on his knees. Damn, this g

Okay, since it's just to kneel, nothing bad will happen, right? Right. I went on my knees, dragging my dress down. 'This is humiliating,' I cried. 'I don't like kneeling.' 'You haven't started yet, bebè, now come closer.' 'I should do what?' He used his finger to gesture for me to come closer. 'Come closer,' I rolled my eyes and crawled closer but stopped at a safe distant. 'Not close enough.' 'Why do this? Why not punish me?'

"If you want to beg, you should at least show some sincerity. Get on your knees, Pat. Beg me properly." I looked at the asphalt beneath my feet, rough and cold, and I thought about the video. I thought about everyone at Helix seeing it. I thought about Celeste. I thought about my mother. I thought about the way people would look at me afterward, the whispers, the stares, the disgust, the pity. And I sank to my knees. The gravel bit into my skin through my trousers, sharp and unforgiving, and I pressed my hands together like I was praying.