Six Kneels One Stand Novels & Stories

"Now, get on your knees, on the floor." ||||||||

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.

With a motion of his hand I cautiously step up to him. “Kneel!” He demands when I stop only a few feet away. I comply immediately. “Hands on your knees with your palms up. Eyes on the floor right in front of your knees.” He instructs and again I do as he says. “This is the position I want you in when it is time for your punishment. Always in a dress or a skirt and without underwear. Unless I have instructed you to be naked. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” “I can see that you don’t have a bra on, which is good. I want you to take off your panties and then kneel again.”

before rising to their feet again all at once. Beside her, Cea was unwilling to be outdone and shuffled his feet back and forth rhythmically. The two of them kept their eyes on each other and started moving faster according to the music. Cea suddenly jerked his legs and dropped to a kneeling position. However, before his knees could touch the ground, he placed his hands on the floor and lifted himself into a handstand. As he swung his legs in the air in a controlled manner, the people around them exclaimed in amazement.

She quickly shoved me hard, terrified that I might suddenly attack and hurt her Kyle. But in that moment, Kyle's hidden hand came out. A bottle came crashing down on my head. The bottle shattered. Blood streamed from my head. "A stand-in daring to make demands? Who do you think you are?" Kyle's face twisted with rage. As I stood there dazed, he grabbed another bottle and kept smashing it against my head. The bodyguards just watched as red wine soaked my entire body. They even took a step back, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Neither of them said a single word, but the profound weight of their silent attention hung heavily in the air. ​KAEL'S POV ​As I stepped down from the high charity stage with Tanya on my arm, my gaze instinctively drifted across the sea of moving guests. ​My silver eyes locked onto the refreshment area. There, kneeling in the middle of a ruined floor, was Amara. She was ignoring the nobility, ignoring the dirt, completely focused on comforting a common servant girl who was trembling with fear.

Chapter 45: Kneel Luke leaned in and whispered into her ear, "Now, baby girl, kneel." Bella did as she was told and knelt at his feet. She bowed her head and waited. "No, lift your head. When you kneel I want to see your eyes." She raised her head and looked at him. "This is your ready position. When I tell you to get ready, you will kneel like this, sitting on your heels with your hands, palms up, resting on your thighs. You will be nude unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand this?"

… I went to the public phone booth and dialled the familiar number once again, expecting no one to pick up like before. But to my surprise, before I could even say anything, a voice—both strange yet familiar—came through. The voice said, "Hello, this is Joseph Coleman. How can I help you?" It turned out that Joseph wasn't dead at all.

Then, when he saw my photo, he burst into tears. Reuben didn't want to see him, so he dried his tears and left without a word. Marcus was left alone in the spacious funeral parlor. He fell to his knees before my photo and buried his face in his hands as he wept. I floated beside him and watched him. The sky turned dark, became bright, and turned dark again. He kneeled there for a whole day and night. He no longer wept. His eyes were dry, and his stubble had grown.

I had spent eight years longing for this title, hoping James would one day hold my hand and introduce me proudly to everyone. But instead, all I got was him declaring someone else as his girlfriend. As his words fell, the room went completely silent. Everyone turned to look at me. They had always assumed I was James’s girlfriend. After all, I had cared for him in every way, from his work to his personal life. But now, it was clear—I was just a stand-in. Now that the real one had returned, my presence had become painfully awkward. "Wow... let's applaud!" I forced a smile, fighting back tears. "Mr. Carter finally has a girlfriend! Let's toast to the future Mrs. Carter!"