You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

I contract the muscles in my mouth and throat, muffling my cry of pain as much as possible. - Johnson, come here. - I hear the voice and smell of the man with the scent of azaleas and my tormentor storms out of the room. You are the one who suffers. Don't think, don't act. Just hum a happy song and everything will be fine. Knock me out, kick me when I'm down. It will only disappoint you. Come lightning and thunder, you're the one who suffers. Knock me out, kick me when I'm down. It will only disappoint you. Come lightning and thunder, you're the one who suffers.

*knock* *knock* Before Theo could say a knock on the door disturbed them. A maid walked in and informed them that Mrs. Wright is waiting for them downstairs. Theo recall that he has to drop his mother home because he remember sending her driver to the residence. Theo excused first after the maid leave the room. Meanwhile, tears slide down Ira's eyes as she tried to brace herself for the future. After all, there is no going back now.

the barman interfered. "I didn't ask for your help. I can handle myself." I tried acting all tough. I didn't want to seem weak. but to my surprise, when the man started to get aggressive, I didn't know where the strength came from neither did I know what I was doing. "keep your hands to yourself!" I yelled at him. first with a punch then ended up hitting his chin with my knees, landing him on the ground. then the barman ended everything by calling security on him.

Because no one knocks like that. No one knocks in a damn theme tune. Only Theo. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. The sound keeps coming, a constant, rhythmic knock that fills the space louder than any scream. And for the first time since I stepped through the door, I feel something other than fear. I feel hope.

He even hit you! "Do you know how much joy it gave me, watching him turn on you? In those moments, I knew I had crushed you beneath my feet. So what if you're the daughter of a casino magnate? You still lost to me!" With that, Ember let out a mocking laugh. Looking at her unraveling like that, I didn't want to waste another word. I turned quickly to leave. But she pressed a drug-soaked cloth over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

“You think you are strong because you humiliate us and you hit others?” I asked as Mia frowned at me and Tasha opened her mouth in shock. “You can throw food at us and laugh. That doesn’t make you strong. It makes you cowards. Every single one of you.” I finished with them before I took another step forward and my eyes locked with Kai’s once more. I walked towards him in anger. “And yo—” But before I could finish my statement, my foot slipped against a banana peel and I fell hard to the floor. The impact knocked the air out of me and for a moment, I just laid there stunned and in pain.

I'm just hangin' out with my best friend John : Are you having fun over there? Sandy: (Sighs) ... not really ... John : Why? Sandy: (Smiled) ... I don't know ... John : Sandy ... Sandy: Hmm? John : I miss you Sandy: I miss you too John : You're coming back tomorrow, right? Sandy: Yes, tomorrow ... I'll see you tomorrow? John : You better ... you've been very ... very bad to me

Looks like I'll have to attend that beach party after all. I took the partnership document from his desk. “Where are you going?… Done talking?” he said. “Yes. I just realized you're completely useless at this matter,” I said, walking toward the door. My heels were high and my injured knees screamed with every step. I didn’t fall to the ground this time, but as I stormed out of the office and into the corridor, I accidentally kicked a delicate, ornate antique model van displayed on a pedestal near the private security desk. It broke with a sharp, sickening crunch.

But ask yourself—have you had a night of peaceful sleep since then? Suddenly, Luther's phone rang. His hesitation prompted a chuckle from Harold. "Answer it. Who knows? Maybe it's good news." A sense of dread washed over me as Luther shakily picked up the phone. After barely ten seconds, he dropped it. The expensive device hit the floor, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks. With a thud, he collapsed to his knees in front of Harold. "Dad, what are you doing?" Wendy exclaimed. "Why are you kneeling to him? We don't owe them anything!"

Then— A knock sounds on my door. My heart drops straight to my stomach. No. No, no, no. Goddess… please don’t let it be him.