My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

"It wasn't just the apology," he said. "I want you to know that. I went down on one knee because I wanted to and because you were standing in the hall with the candles and the flowers and everything we'd built around you and I thought.." he stopped. "I thought about the auction house. About the platform. About the way you stood there with your chin level and everyone looking at you and not one person in that room thinking about what you deserved." He held my gaze. "And I thought about last night. About the hall. About you walking in and looking at all of it." He paused. "I went down on one knee because I wanted to. Because I wanted you to know, specifically and visibly, in front of everyone,

The once-arrogant man now knelt at my feet like a helpless child, sobbing uncontrollably. Inside me, there was only a cold, calm emptiness. “Evan, you’re kneeling far too late.” I looked at him, each word deliberate and clear. “In the cafeteria that day, when I made you kneel, it was out of anger and humiliation. What I wanted then was an attitude. I wanted justice. “But now you kneel to win back someone who has already lost faith in you.” I placed the project report back into his trembling hands. “You are an excellent businessman, but you are not a qualified husband.

"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

I sank to my knees before she could say another word, grabbing a hold of her hands, pleading as I gazed up at her confused and shocked expression. Even I surprised myself at how easily I knelt to apologize. This was all new territory for me. “Adrian, please get up.” She knelt down to brig me up but I didn’t budge, not until she accepts to come back with me. I was still on my knees in front of my wife when a voice cut in from a distance to my right. Trepidation washed over me before I could even look up. “Boss….oh!” Shit! This was embarrassing.

"My genius wife in my shirt who doesn't even know how beautiful she is when she is brilliant." "I am not -" "You are." He lifted me and sat me on the big black bed. He knelt to take my shoes off again - the shoes Irena just brought. He did it slowly, like worship. "Caelum, you keep kneeling for me," I whispered. "You are the billionaire. You shouldn't kneel." "I should. I should kneel every day that you choose to stay." He looked up at me from his knees, his hands on my ankles. "Elira, last night I tore the contract. Today you saved my deal. You keep giving me reasons to believe you won't leave."

"Look Cole, don't break up with her, she really likes you and I know you like her too." "Kneel." I ordered. "What?" He looked confused. "If you don't want me to leave her then beg. Grovel. Kneel." I ordered again. He immediately fell to the ground, leaving me surprised. I was just trying to tease him a bit since I had the upper hand, I didn't think he'd actually do it. I knew how proud he was and this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I reached for my phone on the table next to me and took a picture of this golden moment.

and when he looked into my eyes I immediately averted my gaze. "Girl, come here! Join your Boss quickly!" I just sent Noel, the gay emcee for today’s party, pulling me over. I could hear my heart pounding. I feel like it's screaming to get out of its current position. I inhaled and exhaled before I gave my sweetest smile to everyone...especially to Andrew, my ex-boyfriend. I calmed myself down especially as I was surrounded by two, an engineer and an architect. I don't know if I'm just assuming too much, but I've been feeling Andrew's stare at me before. Even though I’m not directly facing him, I can feel it.

He began to lower himself to the ground. "What are you doing?" She demanded in panic, her hands grabbing him to provide support and stop him from kneeling. He laughed. "I'm fine; I have rehearsed this a few times," he assured her, and she released him. He dropped on one knee, ignoring the slight pain, and pulled the box out of his pocket. At this point, the eyes of those gathered around were already on them. "Imela August Garcia, will you give me the chance to rewrite our story by marrying me again?"

“Calm down. You don’t even know—” “Calm down?” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “You’re telling me to calm down when my rival is sitting there, holding hands with my wife on national television?” Martin blinked, looking between me and the TV. Then, as if the words physically stung him, he corrected, “Ex-wife, Richard. She’s your ex.” That didn’t help. At all. “Ex or not, Martin, this is insane! Wesley’s sitting there, acting like they’re some perfect team, and Sarah’s… she’s going along with it!”

"I found out just now that your expressions when doing these things are quite interesting. So, I thought I should take the opportunity to look at you while I’m doing it." Their eyes met. Griffith's Adam's apple bobbed. "You just want to look at me while you do it?" "Mm-hmm." Griffith nodded. "As long as it's not out of guilt." Charlotte raised an eyebrow, wanting to see his reaction next. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly held her body with both hands, placed her back in the position she was kneeling in before, and then gestured for her to kneel again. "Then continue." 'You rascal. I thought you were a righteous man!'