Today I Surrender Novels & Stories

They tossed their guns aside and put their hands up after a moment of consideration, then walked over to stand with Harry. "You! Harry!" yelled Brandon angrily. Harry looked calm. He said, "I'm sorry, Mister President. We have kids and families. We have the right to live." "But you gave up your honor!" yelled Brandon. Harry said, "Honor can't feed my wife, kids, and my family." Brandon looked awful from anger. He was trembling all over, but there was nothing he could do. Dillon sighed and put his hands up too. He told Abar, "Mister Abar, I surrender too. I hope you can accept me."

How silly of me to wish like that. Who would've thought that it'll be him that'll cause me to surrender every ignorance I have. It felt surreal that it's me who had promised not to care on anyone's business has been tore down by a single, annoying jerk that had appeared in my life. In all possible ways I wanted to deny all of this but I guess I can't win against love. Or even against my heart. Yeah. I surrender. And I'll accept the truth about it. That I, Like him. *Halt* "What are you doing here?" To be continued... To be continued...

Her weapon of choice was, and always has been, her voice. So maybe I didn’t need to know which one she 'wanted' me to do. Maybe all I needed to know was which one she didn’t. …Which left only one thing I could do. “I surrender,” I suddenly said, standing up from the table in defeat. “...What?” A look of surprise and confusion immediately crossed her and Brayden’s faces… though Brayden’s erring more on the side of terror than shock. “I surrender,” I repeated. “You got me. I’m contained in silver, underground, my bodyguard hostage… What am I supposed to do? You win.”

"You have twenty-four hours to decide. One day. You will follow the easy route—on the plane with Martha, willingly, to a secured residence in New York—or we go the hard way. The paperwork is already drawn up for the emergency protective custody order. I simply sign it, and you lose everything. Choose wisely, Sofia. This is the last choice you get to make."

“What do you think?” “Well,” Gregg sighed. “I’d hate to lose you…” He glanced around. “So would the firm, but we’d all understand. I would understand. You’ve got to do what’s best for her in place of her mother. Right?” Ted dropped his eyes, resigned and finally at ease. “Right.” He smiled and thanked his friend before pulling up his computer to make plans. ***** When Mateo made it home that evening, Isabella was there to greet him.

She looked up at me from my embrace and spoke in a feeble voice which was barely audible, “What?” “Surrender to me.” Volume 1 End

And then, he fell. The surrender didn't come with a dramatic shout. It came as a profound, earth-shattering physical collapse. The rigid tension bled out of his muscles in a rush. His head fell forward, resting heavily against my shoulder. A deep, ragged sob tore its way out of his chest, a sound of such absolute, agonizing relief that it shattered the last remaining pieces of my own heart. He yielded. The Master of Elysium let go of the reins. Victor consents to being bound and teased, experiencing surrender for the first time.

"Do not test me. Do not make this complicated. You are mine now, in every sense of the word. Surrender is the only path forward." His words hung in the air, stripping away the last of my resistance. My hands fell to my sides, and I let the garment slip. I stood before him, exposed in my undergarments, feeling more vulnerable than I had ever felt in my life. "Lay down," he repeated, softer this time, though the authority remained unshaken.

I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender. Caden’s triumphant sneer greeted me as I was surrounded by armed men. “So, the mighty King finally bows,” Caden taunted, his voice laced with malice. “You’ve made the right choice, Elias.” I kept my expression neutral, hiding the flicker of defiance burning within me. “I surrender,” I declared evenly, meeting Caden’s gaze unflinchingly. “On one condition.” Caden arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “And what might that be?”

"Where are you? Are you okay? I saw the explosion..." "I’m alive, Jane. I’m okay," he said, and I could hear the grit in his voice, the sound of a man who had been pushed to his limit but refused to break. "Listen to me closely. I don’t have much time." "Tell me what to do," I pleaded. I wanted him to tell me to come to him. I wanted him to tell me he was coming to get me. "I've officially surrendered," he said. The words were heavy. "I walked into the Annex. I’m wearing an orange jumpsuit, Jane. I’m behind the wire."