On Your Knees Your Highness Novels & Stories

she asked him. He looked at his right knee which was on the ground. “There’s a correct and wrong knee when proposing?” “Yes,” she said. “I read it from somewhere. You should kneel on your left knee, like the knights did in medieval times, when they show respect to royalty.” He grinned and kneeled on his left knee. “Sorry, I didn’t read that,” he apologized. “Now, that I’m kneeling on the correct knee, my princess, will you marry me and let me be your knight in shining armour as long as I live? And I don’t really care if your name means night, I will shine on you whenever it’s dark.”

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!"

, a heavy slap landed on his cheek, which made his body shock, sweetly. Adonis's eyes were beginning to moisten, but he was doing his best to hide them as he didn't want her to see them, at least not yet, as she would know how much hold she had on him. "Get on your knees" she commanded. "W...What?" Adonis asked, which seemed to annoy her. "Get on your fucking knees, I don't want to repeat myself, and I don't like repeating myself," she said. Adonis swallowed whilst his dixk pulsed inside the towel, as he was about to go down "Oh I almost forgot, cast away that towel at the same time" added and Adonis face cheek reddened a little from shame, but he still did what she asked and knelt in front

He was clearly frustrated. To my surprise, he dropped to his knees. "Listen to me, Zora. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to win you back. Just name it," he pleaded, surprising me. "I've tried everything to win you back, but nothing is working. Instead, I keep getting rejected by you," he begged, his expression earnest. "I've told you already countless times that you're wasting your time. I'm not interested in any of..." "Fuck it! I said fuck!" He yelled, springing up from the floor.

He says before bowing his head and dropping to one knee. I get a lump in my throat as his oath to me washes over me like a warm blanket. One by one they start to drop to one knee as the first man had. All from Opel Moon, all from my pack, I watch as all males drop to one knee and quite a few females. This is so overwhelming, I look up at Clay as another male speaks.

Klaus was standing in the doorway , his face pinched in anger as he glaree at the huge man towering over me. “What,” he repeated, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper, “the fuck do you think you’re doing with the queen” The huge man immediately dropped to one knee, his head bowed. “Your Highness. We didn’t know—we thought—” “You thought what exactly?” Klaus stepped into the room, and the other figures in the shadows quickly followed suit, all of them dropping into poses of submission.

Tiffany shrieked as she lunged at Lucas, her nails raking viciously across his face. "You said once you seized her family's wealth, you'd become the new Alpha King. And then you'd make me your one and only Luna Queen! You liar! Coward!" The two of them went at each other like rabid dogs, biting and exposing each other's secrets before everyone. The vows they had once sworn to each other now seemed so ironic and ridiculous in the face of disaster. I sat elevated on my throne, coldly watching this spectacle of them tearing into each other.

"Get on my knees?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing from the man I had loved for three years. In front of the entire New York underworld, he wanted his wife to kneel before a mistress and an illegitimate child! "Never." I gritted my teeth, my eyes bloodshot as I glared at him defiantly. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes, a sure sign of his murderous intent. "Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye."

It was intimate without being crowded. And there, at a table near the back, sat Khiron Davis. He stood when he saw me, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He was wearing a tuxedo dark suit that fit him perfectly, his hair styled in that casually messy way that probably took more effort than it appeared to. "You came," he greeted, pulling out a chair for me. "I'm starting to regret it already," I replied, but I sat down anyway. He laughed, a real laugh that reached his eyes. "Give it a chance. You might actually enjoy yourself."

"She's usually the coolest head in the room. Why is she suddenly acting like a jealous adolescent?" "Maybe the pressure of the alliance is getting to everyone," I say, though the strange interaction leaves an uneasy taste in my mouth. "Maybe," Marcus grunts. "Or maybe this party is just bringing out the worst in people." Up on the wooden dance floor built around the ancient oak, the musicians shift their tune. The slow, heavy strings are replaced by a rhythmic, traditional beat, a low, thrumming tempo native to Thane's territory. Up on the floor, Thane extends his hand to Sloane.