My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

’’ Because I was growing frustrated, I gave him a powerful kick to the face, which caused him to stumble and fall to the ground; nevertheless, he quickly rose up and went back to kneeling position in front of me. ‘‘B-but… how am I going to... show you?’’ ‘‘Falcon!’’ I gave him a nod as a signal to lie down on the bed, and he did so without any further prompting from me. The man in front of me hadn't moved yet, but when I looked at his friend, he suddenly understood what I meant and stood up. With shaky hands, he picked up Celestine's dress that had been lying on the ground, and shortly after that, he re-enacted what he had done to her.

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

“And if it doesn’t work, I am going to make you kneel in front of my woman, my Luna, and she would be the one to send you to your hell instead of me.” I raised my head to look at him smirking at me. I have gone too far for this. I am exhausted, and most importantly, I want him to remember me, so I can make up my mind about our relationship. “Okay.” He knelt in front of me, doing the same thing I was doing, then he closed his eyes, and I also did the same. And now, it is time to shift. I really hope this works. Snap!

Elianna suddenly burst into laughter and said, "If I told you that all you had to do was kneel down, would you kneel down for me?" After speaking, she looked at him with intense eyes and said, "Joseph, do you kneel? Don't you want to know where she is? Are you willing to kneel down, putting your pride beneath your knees, for her?" Joseph's thin lips tightened for a moment, and he stared at her in disbelief.

She threw herself to the floor, kneeling at my feet and grabbing hold on them as she sobbed and begged. Kneeling before me, she begged, her hands clasped in front of her, a posture that signifies vulnerability and repentance. It has been our way of apologizing ever since we became friends as kids. I would have forgiven any offence after this apology. But I felt nothing other than hatred for her, even with this posture that I once would have sympathized with. “Get your filthy hands off me!” I told her fiercely, earning a shocked gasp from her as she never thought I could ever turn her down with this posture and an apology.

I dropped to one knee before her. Two years ago, I had dropped to my knee on a live New York runway to give her a crown. Tonight, I knelt on the quiet floor of our master bedroom, completely stripped of the public eye, the titles, and the corporate armor. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against her soft, warm stomach, my large hands anchoring firmly to her hips.

**Mark. Just as I was about to respond to Matthew, a figure blocked my path, and I froze. My eyes widened in disbelief as Jordan, my ex-husband, knelt before me. **Nina, please. Im so sorry. I regret everything Ive done to you. Please, come back to me. I know youre Miss McDonalds now, and I swear Ill do anything to make things right. Just… just come back to me, for the sake of the business, for us.**

The chair creaked softly as she settled in beside him. Her fingers twisted together in front of her, knuckles paling. “Please, Nathan… Can we talk? My conscience keeps gnawing at me. I know I betrayed you years ago, but I’m here now to make things right. Please.” He glanced past her, already dismissing her. “I didn’t come all the way here to have a conversation with you. Stay out of my way.” He lifted his chin slightly toward Mark. “Get me another table.” “Yes, sir,” Mark responded immediately.

"It's not your fault, but mine. I failed my duty as a husband…" His voice grew cooler with each word. "I made you feel inferior to my ex-wife. I supported those who cheated on me instead of you, who stood by me." He released her hands and sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. "Please, forgive me, Phoebe." She quickly reached out to stop him, her hands grasping his arms. "No, you can't kneel for me." He persisted, his voice filled with conviction. "Please, let me kneel for you, Phoebe. You're a great and supportive woman. You deserve it."

He glared at me, and for the first time, my eyes opened. I could see the disgust swirling in his eyes. He hated me. In fact, he hated my very existence. “Happy?” A chortle left his lips, “Kill that thing. I can't have Miranda knowing we did something together.” Leon snapped at me. “Miranda?” The word hung in my throat. “Your ex?” The silence that hung in the air was deafening, and Leon turned to me. “We are back together, and she just arrived in town. I know you want to use a child to hold me down, but you have to do better than that, Diana.”