Six Kneels One Stand Novels & Stories

His face smoothed out to slackness as our eyes locked together, and something inside him washed over in unbelievable horror as he drew in the whole of me and sensed each stitch of my attention. We had walked into this gigantic hall. The atmosphere is charged. There are chandeliers of glass that hang from the ceiling, with lights soft and mild, laughter and clinking of glasses giving an indication of an event promising much merriment. I can see the sparks flying about round me, but I were keenly on Gideon alone. He stands at the center of the stage, commanding the space with his presence. He begins speaking with a confident voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for joining us tonight to

“What are you doing? Breathe!” “I—I—I can’t…” I push out in a shaky voice, my heart feeling like it is being rolled. He tilts his head, shaking it. “Of course you can. Don’t talk to me. Breathe.” Grabbing my chin, he lets go of me to make an upwards motion with his other hand as I watch him, captive of his hold and with glassy eyes. I follow his movements before I inhale and exhale slowly, not tearing my eyes off his.

Kim announced, "Scan the QR code on your table and you can play any video you want." I didn't understand what was going on. How and when did Kim do all these? I wondered which video Kim was talking about. Everybody did, as they watched the video, they began to whisper, I didn't know the video they were all watching but I stood. "I have one more important video to show," a young man said from the crowd and all eyes fell on him.

I couldn’t believe my ears at first. Did he say beg? What am I? An animal? I guess at this point I lack dignity because here I am on my knees weakly begging a man. At this point I have no shame. Leo remains sat in his chair his calm demeanor not changing. I could tell he was shock when I stood up and knelt down on the soft plush rug in the middle of the mini living room. But the shock quickly disappeared and was replaced with a smirk.

There was a training class going on, and it caught my attention, especially because the instructor was teaching a difficult attack stance to young people as tall as those lined up on the side. I frowned, and that caught the attention of the Alpha and the Beta, who both approached me. “Is something wrong?” Beta Kael asked. “The stance they're doing is difficult for tall people,” I said immediately, in a low voice so as not to disturb them. “The pressure on the knees is uncomfortable and slows them down.” The Alpha looked at me carefully and with great curiosity. “Why do you think that?” Elijah asked with interest.

As I pass the training grounds, I see a few men from the Red Moon. They don’t sit. They don’t talk. They stand and watch, as if they’re counting. Their posture is loose, yet it looks like they could spring at any moment. Kian’s favorite men pretend it doesn’t rattle them, but tension sits in their shoulders.

They stood in front of royals, they stood in front of a man some call the king of kings. I stood holding onto him tightly, his power was rolling off of him having my knees shake, wanting to bend to show respect. My wolf whimpered, cowering away at such power wanting to bow but I could not. Imagine how crazy that would be. I held on to him tightly, fighting myself, fighting the way I was wired. Silence befell the land as everyone was on their knees, heads touching the ground.

This was far more thrilling than anything indoors! He quickly took off his shirt, noticing Andrew wasn’t moving. Feeling a bit confused, Evans paused. Andrew stubbed out his cigarette on the nearby tree trunk and said in a low voice, “Kneel.” Evans was taken aback, feeling a surge of irritation. While he was quite fond of Andrew, he wasn't ready to submit completely. Evans: Who does this man think he is, asking me to kneel in this desolate place? I am a big star!

Then he grabs a face towel from the handle and casually steps down, wiping his face and neck with the towel. Standing contrapposto, he carefully regards the captives one after the other. They’re all on their knees, looking down with guilt and fear, their hands bound in front of them. Except one. This one is on his knees too, but he’s rather looking at the treadmill, and his hands aren’t bound.

He dropped to one knee so suddenly that even the guards tensed. “Please.” The word came out raw. “I’m begging you. I know I don’t deserve it. I know I’m the last person who should be standing in a place like this asking for anything. But I love you. I never stopped. Seeing you on that screen with him....watching you smile at another man the way you used to smile at me...it broke something. I can’t live with it. Take me back. We can leave the country. Start over. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it right.” The sight of him on his knees should have moved her. Once, it might have.