Vegeta Kneeling Novels & Stories

"You're embarrassing yourself." Chris's face fell, but he didn't move. He remained on his knees, his eyes fixed on Tris's face, his expression a mask of desperation. "Please, Tris," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don't do this. Don't leave me." Tris felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed down at Chris. She had never seen him so broken, so vulnerable. But she knew she couldn't give in to his pleas. She knew she had to be strong, for her own sake.

His gaze was so earnest that the last sliver of doubt inside me melted away. Just as I was about to nod, the villa’s front door slammed open with a violent crash. Bang! The entire house shuddered. We hurried downstairs. In the living room, a figure stood dripping in the doorway. Rain and blood streamed down his clothes, pooling into a dirty puddle on the floor. It was Ansel. His face was swollen and battered, covered in cuts and grime. His eyes were bloodshot, crazed. He saw me — and he saw Andrew shielding me completely.

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.

My heart flutter at their movements. "Shit just got real." I heard Cade whisper to Adrian and they also knelt down in front of me, hanging their heads low. It is known that kneeling for someone means you respect and you surrender. In the underworld, in our world, kneeling for someone means the person is higher than you and has command over you. They all know, we all know, yet they all still knelt down for me. Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet.

He raised his hand as if to intervene and stop it, but the chain yanked it back down. “Camela…don’t…don’t let them…” he whispered, his voice hoarse and broken. She gasped, struggling against the vines that were tightening her chest as she replied. “Then fight them! Please!” But the chain burned against his wrist, forcing him to kneel. His scream echoed through the hall. For a brief moment, there was silence—broken only by Vincent's heavy breathing. He knelt with his shoulders shaking, the chain pressing against the floor like a weight. His gaze met hers, filled with a fierce determination battling against the shadows.

“Will you kneel and apologize.” “Selene.” He gritted his teeth. “If that’s what you want.” It was in utter amazement I watched him put a foot back as he brought his body down. I was both horrified and amazed. “What the hell are you doing?” I shouted as I grabbed him and forced his body upright before his knees could touch the ground. In what world would an Alpha readily kneel like this? “If this is the only way I can convince you then so be it,” he responded. “If kneeling is all it takes, then –“

Kael was at the perimeter edge and he was looking at me and I looked back at him and neither of us said anything. Elvanya was beside him and she had her hand on his arm. I turned around and looked at the center of the circle where Tomas had been standing as the anchor. He was on his knees. Not collapsed. On his knees by choice the way you go to your knees when something has passed through you that was too large to stay standing through. He was looking at his hands and they were shaking slightly and his face had something in it that I had not seen in it before. Not pain. Not relief. Something I did not have an immediate name for.

“Please… don’t go after him. Not now…” Kael froze, his monstrous form trembling. The rage that had swallowed him began to flicker. Slowly — painfully — he forced his claws back, his bones snapping into place as he shrank down, gasping, bleeding. He stumbled toward her, his heart tearing apart at the sight of her. “Rhea…” he breathed, falling to his knees beside her. He gathered her in his arms, ignoring the pain, the exhaustion, the blood. She pressed her forehead weakly to his chest.

Despite her petite and charming appearance, Serena was trained in Taekwondo. The man was shocked that such a small woman could throw him over her shoulder, leaving him on the ground, crying out in pain. Serena placed her foot on his face, "Now, who's making who wish they were dead, huh?" "I was wrong, I was wrong! I didn't recognize who I was dealing with. Please, have mercy on me..." "Ugh... Men like you aren't worth sparing. If it weren't illegal, I'd finish you off right now..."

Aida had already turned the phone camera towards Ichiro and the kneeling samurai. Seeing this scene, Yasuda's head buzzed with rage, "Damn it! Why are you kneeling?" "If they don't kneel, they die!" Kiran's patience was running thin as he spoke indifferently.