My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

"Do you really think I'd kneel just to fuck you?" I smirked. "You will. Because you want me badly. And right now, I'm saving your right palm from all the stress of jerking off every time you think of me." His jaw clenched. "I could just take you right here. No one would come looking for you." I leaned back slightly, unimpressed. "I'll count to three. If you're not on your knees by then, I'll change my mind." He scoffed. "You think—"

People parted instantly. Whispers exploded. My heart dropped. “No…” I whispered under my breath. He stopped in front of me. And went down on one knee. Gasps erupted instantly. “Carla,” he said, voice low but shaking with intensity. “Marry me.” My entire body froze. Before I could even breathe... “Carla.” Another voice. Xavier. I turned again. He was on his knees too. My mind blanked. “What are you...” “I was going to do this tonight,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “Carla… give me another chance. Let me fix everything I broke.”

“If you want my forgiveness, get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness. She looked so sure I would do it, but she was wrong. I would do anything to get her back in my arms. She was my forever and the only woman I’d ever loved. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately got on my knees to beg. She looked so surprised that she stumbled back. “I’ll kneel for however long you want, birichina. I’m usually on my knees when I feast on your pussy, worshipping it like it’s an idol. Kneeling to beg you is no task for me. I would do it a hundred times over.” She got over her shock, blushed, and then cleared her throat. “Suit yourself. Kneel until I say you can get up.”

“And the only woman I want to focus on now is my wife.” James tilted his head. “Ex-wife,” he corrected calmly. Reid shot him a dead, murderous look. James cleared his throat immediately. “...Right. Apologies. Voluntary survival reflex.” Reid exhaled through his nose, then said, more honestly than he had in a long time, “I want to win her back. Properly. Not with just excuses..” James studied him for a moment, then nodded once. “Good. Then step one?” He leaned in slightly. “Grovel. On your knees. Until they bleed.”

Her gaze was unreadable—cold, unreadable—but behind it, I sensed something shifting. “So what?” she said. “Do you think kneeling will make me forgive you?” “No.” His voice was low, rough, almost pleading. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m just asking you…” She tilted her head. “Asking for what?” “I’ll kneel. And in return… give me a shot at chasing you.” “.…” Davis and I looked at each other. Hold up—was this really the same cold-blooded, bossy Everett Robinson? I leaned closer to Davis and whispered, “Has your boss ever knelt for my girl before?”

The mother sobbed and gave her daughter a strong hug. "Thank you, thank you so much," she said. Noa smiled a little. "No issue. Just pay more attention to her, okay?” "Yes, I will. I swear.” Noa’s chest was pierced by the reunion. She blinked quickly, trying not to cry. Elodie would never be in her arms again. Foam bubbled from the man's lips as he suddenly convulsed on the ground. Noa leaped into action, putting her jacket under his head and taking the knife from his grasp and flinging it aside.

My knees came down on the broken strings, and the metal wire cut through my pants and bit into my skin. Forty-some people watched. Not one stood up. I knelt on the floor. Wood splinters and broken cello strings under my knees. Blood on my forehead, blood from my left ear, three puncture wounds on my palm from the shattered wood. A sound scraped its way out of my broken chest — something between a laugh and a death rattle. I pulled out the divorce papers and flung them in Ethan's face. The pages struck his nose, bounced off, and drifted to the floor.

A small smile left my lips at how much he still loved to call me by the fake name I gave him on the first night. “I'm Elma Langford now,” I said. He darted his eyes around, nodding his head. He finally returned his eyes to look at me. “You’re… the Elma I was hired to find?” I saw it, the smile on his lips, and the surprise in his eyes as he asked me that. I nodded, smiling through my tears. The crowd began cheering again, louder this time. Alex went down on one knee right there in the middle of the room. He pulled a small velvet box from his jacket. Opened it. A beautiful diamond ring sparkled under the lights.

"And then you did it again." "This time will be different—" "That's what you always say." I should have ended it then. Should have told him to leave and never come back. Should have recognized that this pattern would never change, that Miles would always choose Valeria, that I would always be second place. But I didn't. Because a week later, Miles showed up at my apartment building and knelt on the sidewalk in the pouring rain. For hours. Until someone took a photo and it went viral on social media—"Man kneels in rain for his love." The grand romantic gesture that social media ate up, that made me look like the villain if I didn't forgive him.

"You knelt here once." He was on both knees in the middle of the empty room, hands open on his thighs, the sun lying across his shoulders. Mira sat cross-legged in front of him, close enough to touch, and did not. She didn't answer. "I stood. That's what I remember most. I stood over you with the papers, and I said the cruelest thing I've ever said, and I said it from standing up. I'm not asking for anything. I'm not proposing. No ring in my pocket. Nothing but this. I'm kneeling because I told the biggest lie of my life from above you, and I want to take it back from below."