Vegeta Kneeling Novels & Stories

Kacie “Get on your knees,” Viktor orders. He doesn’t use his alpha power on him but Jake falls to his knees without a second thought. He stares up at him patiently as he waits for his next command. His chest expands and dips with each breath and his cock is pressed against his sweatpants. Jake doesn’t stare, he keeps his eyes on Viktor. I wouldn’t do the same. If I was on my knees in front of Viktor, with his dick inches from my face, I’d be staring.

Dove caught it and nodded. Vega cracked her knuckles and neck as Seth's back sprouted six black massive tentacles with mouths forming on them; he sent two each at Dove and Vega, but they were quick to avoid the attack. "Who shall I select? Let's go with the weaker one "As he was about to approach Dove, Vega appeared behind him and threw a tendril of water around his neck, wrapping it with a very strong grip and yanking him back, smashing his body to the ground.

Aki kneeled with his body up straight with a meek smile on his swollen face. He was truly scared.

Neil fell to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. Avyaansh's anger boiled over as he unleashed a relentless barrage of blows upon Neil, who found himself struggling to defend against the furious onslaught. Avyaansh kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. Neil crumpled to the ground, his hands instinctively protecting his injured groin as he fell to his knees in pain.

‘Kneel,’ once again the order washed over Vanessa like a tidal wave and her legs buckled out from under her, sending her falling into the ground with another audible thud, her knees cracked at the sheer force. Tears began streaming down her cheeks, her expertly applied mascara running like rivers of black against her tanned skin.

She tilts her head, just a little, like she knows something I don’t. I shake my head hard. “No,” I say. “Not you.” The image shatters. Kael replaces her. He is kneeling, shoulders hunched, hands shaking as he tries to fix something already broken. Blood stains his fingers. His mouth moves like he wants to explain, like he wants forgiveness, but he never asks. Varek stands farther back. Half in shadow. Watching everything. His body is tight, ready, like the world might end any second and he would step into it without blinking.

he rasped again, lifting himself weakly onto one knee, “to acknowledge you as the Alpha of Vennas.” A dry laugh escaped me. “You belittle yourself, Kael.” “No…,” he replied. “I simply understand the system… and how it works.” Unwittingly, I lifted my gaze toward the others. And one by one, as though compelled by an unseen force, they all began to kneel. Boots pressed into the dirt, heads lowered, faces kissing the dust. Leinna clung to my arm, visibly shaken by what was unfolding before her eyes. I was baffled by the outcome of Kael's action.

When Keyla got in, she turned to him *I have to work, are you coming with me, or do you want me to drive you home first?* she said to him questioningly *I'll come with you* he carefully laid his hand on her thigh Keyla drove straight to the training ground, where she helped him get off and handed him his crutches. She walked silently next to her Genzo, who found it incredibly difficult with crutches. When Keyla and Genzo entered the field, the training was already in full swing. Both sat down on the bench, Genzo immediately grabbed Keyla's hand again. The trainer sat down next to Genzo to discuss some things with him while Keyla watched her boys. Yawning, she leaned against his shoulder, her

Davina’s POV I watch Echo leave, his broad shoulders disappearing through the door like a storm cloud rolling out, and I’m still reeling from the fact that he knelt, he actually listened and dropped to his knees as if I were some goddess carved from fire and fury, worthy of worship on a blood-soaked altar. He knelt, actually knelt, and I’m so confused my brain’s doing somersaults in a blender.

Miller, who had hidden in an abandoned warehouse without food or water for ten days just to film this, was now insisting it was evidence. He ignored the Director's scorn. His bloodshot eyes remained glued to the screen. "Just watch." He rushed over, his finger trembling as he hit pause, then zoomed in on the image. And zoomed in again. Until the back of the neck of one of the fighters, a man called "the Beast," filled the entire screen. The fighter was being ground into the mat by his opponent, sweat and blood washing over his skin. On the back of his neck was a twisted, burned scar.