Takes An Arrow To The Knee Novels & Stories

He warned and my eyes quickly flew open. "Now before we begin, you have to first take the correct stance. Line your body up perpendicular to the target, just like this." He demonstrated and I copied his pose. "Good. Now stand upright and keep your feet and shoulder-width apart." He instructed and helped me assume the pose. He handed me the bow before continuing. "Now you have to point your bow down and attach an arrow to the string." He gave me an arrow from his quiver and I tried to do as he had said but I couldn't.

Her chest heaved with the effort, her body shaking with barely contained rage. Without waiting for a response, she pushed herself up from the chair, her fury giving her a burst of energy she hadn’t felt in days. But the moment she stood, the pain in her knees returned with a vengeance. A sharp, stabbing sensation shot through her legs, and before she could catch herself, her body gave out. She crumpled to the floor with a cry of pain, her knees buckling beneath her. “Ma’am!” King rushed forward, his strong arms catching her before she could fall completely. His grip was firm but gentle as he lowered her back down to the chair, his expression filled with concern.

Timi I watched Nahlela as she moved towards the fountain, the expression on her face was priceless, it was like she was mesmerised by everything. As she turned and stretched to touch the water, I quietly knelt down and softly called her name. when she turned and saw me on my knee with a box in a tiny velvet box ion my hand, she looked shocked. She wanted to speak but I cleared my throat and she kept quiet.

He put her popliteals on his antecubitals to prevent her from closing her thighs. "I love you, Ara. I really do!" He announces while thrusting in all of his length. He can feel her tightening inside, pulsing in excitement too. He can finally say he truthfully loves her now. He will nurture and love her until she's able to stand without worry beside him. The perfect Lady of the new Kromatova generation. The future mother of his children. "Forgive me, my Lady. I will make you my wife right at this moment."

I took a deep breath as I accepted the weapon. “Stand firm,” he instructed, guiding my posture. My heart pounded loudly as he touched my waist, and he cleared his throat as he realised the closeness of our bodies. “Position yourself perpendicular to the target,” he instructed. “Stand upright with your feet shoulder-width apart,” he demonstrated the stance. “Use three fingers to grip the arrow like this,” he showed me his hand. “And keep your eye on where you’re aiming,” he directed his gaze toward the circular target metres away.

She rested on her knees and closed each one of their eyes while she touched her forehead, sternum, and both of her shoulders in a specific order. "She must be Catholic." A girl next to me noted. I hummed and nodded, watching as the girl finished with the last girl and two others dragged the rigid body to lie peacefully next to the others. I didn’t remember what the word Catholic meant but assumed it had to do with whatever the girl was doing. I promised myself that I would remember their faces. Remember their sacrifice. When we started to gather again, I gave one of my spears to Beef and the other to another strong woman- the dark curly haired one who fell in the water.

My knee connected with his groin, and he collapsed, cursing. "F*** you," I spat, storming back to my car and driving home. When I arrived, I marched up the stairs to our room, my heels echoing against the floor. The moment I opened the door, I felt the icy tension in the air Arrow sat on the couch, his posture relaxed but his eyes burning with fury. He was shirtless, the buttons of his white shirt torn off, exposing his toned chest. I ignored him, heading straight for the bathroom. The tub was already filled with warm water, steam clouding the room. I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the shower, letting the cold water wash over me, calming my raging thoughts.

“I know.” She stood up straight and slung the quiver over her shoulder. Her arms and legs stopped shaking. She narrowed her eyes deliberately. Every beat of her blood echoed like a drum as it started to roar in her ears. As she assumed a position with her left foot forward, knees bent, and shoulders squared, everything seemed to slow down. With cool accuracy, she reached back and pulled out an arrow. As she pressed it against the bowstring, the feathered end touched her fingers. She took a slow deep breath.

I hadn't recover from that when another whooshed past my face, if I hadn't shifted my head when I did, it would have gone right through my left eye. Kieran rushed down from the car, his eyes turning fiercer and the color turned even more red. “Stay behind me, now.” Kieran yelled in an agitated tone and I fell into line, behind his back, just as he had instructed. Kieran's warriors had also leapt into action, they were racing towards the direction where the arrow had come from. “Got you motherfucker,” Kieran growled, catching another arrow with his left hand, like it's the most natural thing to do. How he did that I didn't know.

Chapter 97 Xander's pov "I really can't wait to taste what they have down there...." Before he could finish, I took out an arrow and fired it at him. It pierced his knee and before he could react, I brought out another and fired it at him again, piercing through the other knee. Then bringing out the gunpowder I had hidden in my clothes, I brought out a gun, filled it, and then fired it at him countless times. Not anywhere but his knees.