Man Kneeling Silhouette Novels & Stories

He stopped them outside the threshold, as ordered, arranged like ugly offerings: Marla straight-backed and pale; Cassia trembling and blotched; Reed jaw-swollen, eyes wet with fever; Tomas gray with pain, splints lashed tight across his chest. The scent of fear reached the bed and hit Draven’s wolf like meat. It surged, red and pleased. Draven didn’t move. “On your knees,” Kade said, voice flat. They dropped. Not gracefully. Not a ceremony—gravity and weakness and humiliation did the work. Lux held position like a blade. “Head down,” Kade added, almost gentle. “Eyes to the floor.” They obeyed. Silence stretched—a living thing. The pack would speak of it later: four kneeling at an Alpha’s doo

Keanu chimed in from his seat, examining his cufflinks with the disinterest of someone who'd been entirely unaffected by the most significant display of power in a century, “it was very dramatic. Ten out of ten. I would kneel, if I could.” “You can't kneel?” Anton looked at him. “Dragon.” Keanu pointed at himself. “I don’t kneel.” Anton stared at him for a long moment. Then looked at me. “I guess I like him.” “Everyone likes me,” Keanu snorted.

The people could see them clearly now. Aurelian stood in the sky like something not meant for the world, light surrounding him in quiet intensity. Kaelith hovered beside him, darker, sharper, his presence less comforting but no less powerful. A silence fell across the shoreline. Then a voice spoke, soft but certain. “Pray.” Another followed. Then another. Across the coast, people began to kneel. Hands clasped. Eyes lifted toward the sky. Words formed not in unity, but in desperation. And it spread.

It was gory enough to give pause to my rampaging stomach. "Did you have to be so....messy? And how come none of that got on you? I mean-" I was once again rudely interrupted. "Shush! Look" He inclined his head to Keanu who was less than ten feet away.His skin was dewy with perspiration and the cords in his neck were drawn taut.His hands were fisted and he was staring intensely at the Nazir hounds,leaning forward unconsciously.Slowly he crouched and the hellish things followed suit.He raised his right hand and they raised their right paws.

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.

She backed away slowly but spotted Hardin entering into the park, and then changed her mind quickly going back into hiding. The groans grew louder, and she wanted so bad to have a look. It’s not your business Kehlani, she reminded herself but her resistance gave way easily. She made her way towards the direction of the groans and peeped. It was easy to spot the person kneeling on the grass; he had his head down wearing a bloodstained singlet. She wondered what could have happened to him.

I stood laughing silently for the next five minutes before gathering myself. Shaking my head, I lifted myself from the wall and started to leave the backyard when a shadow fell over me. Surprised, I jerked up my head to see Keagan towering over me, face hidden by the shadows. My eyes roved over his torso, bare, left for the leather harness he buckled onto himself. His muscles rippled beneath his bronzed skin, accentuated by the fake inked patterns stretching across his chest and disappearing into the kilt that hugged his hips. The leather bracelet on his wrists seemed to emphasize the strength in his arms, while the gladiator boots added an edge to his already formidable presence.

My heart flutter at their movements. "Shit just got real." I heard Cade whisper to Adrian and they also knelt down in front of me, hanging their heads low. It is known that kneeling for someone means you respect and you surrender. In the underworld, in our world, kneeling for someone means the person is higher than you and has command over you. They all know, we all know, yet they all still knelt down for me. Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet.

“Kneel.” My knees hit silk before my brain caught up. My heart slammed against my ribs. The crowd tightened around us. He circled me once, slow. Gloved fingers trailed across my shoulders, down my spine, lifted the hem of my dress just enough to show the curve of my ass to everyone watching.

Only a pale line remained where the chain had rested, the last trace that someone had once loved him. I didn't know how long I knelt there or how long I cried. Eventually, the ache in my chest dulled, and my tears ran dry. Just when I thought it was all over, Walter came down. The sharp click of his handmade leather shoes against the floor rang out. He stepped into the center of the lobby and fixed his gaze on Micah's motionless form, his expression unreadable. "Are you done with your act? Are you trying to illicit sympathy just like how Nadia taught you? Did you actually think that I'd break just because you're playing helpless? Keep dreaming!"