You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

I almost hit the ground that girl is strong. "-Fuck Maia ...I'm sorry I.." He wanted to come to her but also he stopped himself for god sake. "-No! How could you? Was I only a toy for you?" She sounded so broken I couldn't help but my eyes couldn't look at her pain anymore I lowered my head, and there's again that feeling that I can do anything for her I even afraid to punch him, Fuck I'm such a loser, sometimes I hate myself, and for knowledge, I feel disgusted by myself.

I'm begging you to let this go] Vincent: [I don't know what to do anymore. This company is everything to me. Without it, I'm finished. Is that what you want? To drive me into the ground?] Vincent: [I ended things with Sophia. I fired her. Please forgive me. I still love you.] He cycled through every stage, from apology to desperation to threats. I did not respond to a single message. Then he showed up at my parents' house and dropped to his knees at the front door.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

The stones are hovering over a small rounded table. Shane touched the pattern engraved on the rounded table while the other two read each word on the stones. "Take Thy Offerings, Fulfill The End Of The Bargain, Goal Shall Be Attained." At that exact moment, the wind blew hard, grazing Shane's cheeks by sharp leaves. "Shane, stay away from the table!" Damien yelled, however it was already too late. A drop of blood fell into the pattern engraved on the table. The table lit up and repelled the three.

The impact vibrated through the dirt, through my boots, through my bones. I fell down with it. My knees hit the ground, then my hands, then my whole body crumpled onto the cold dirt. And I lost consciousness.

"I'm not just a trainer. I'm also a delivery driver." Zach leaned in like he hadn't heard correctly. "What? A delivery driver? Did I hear that right?" Then he burst into loud laughter. "You're just a pathetic delivery driver. What right do you have to say anything to me? Do you even know who I am? In Valemont, every street is under my family's control." I snorted. "You can mess with whoever you want, but don't mess with delivery drivers." I took out my phone and called Stanley. "Hey, Stanley, bring some of the guys to Ashfall Road. Don't ask questions. Bring as many people as possible."

Her shoes felt they the tips were made of steel. ‘More workie workie, less flirty flirty.’ She sang in my head. I just glared at her. Why did she just kick me and so hard at that. She has a mean streak or jealous maybe. I grabbed my leg and as I did Bobby came to my side and kneeled down next to me rubbing my leg with me. I felt a little weird, but he was just trying to comfort me, it really did hurt. Just having him close seemed to help dull the pain some.

"Well for one you are striking too far away. Wait till the bag is a little closer before you let loose. Two you should work on your stance." "My stance?", she asked. "Yes, you have too much of your weight on your back foot. Move it to your front. Bend your knees a bit more than hit.", He said. She tried it his way again, and he chuckled. "Now your stiff. Here let me." He moved closer, and he put his hands on her waist to shift her ever so slightly. Her breath caught and so did his with the frisson of awareness between the two. He moved his foot in back of hers and nudged it forward a bit. "Now try.", He said softly in her ear. She was trying to focus on breathing instead. She went for the pu

I hate it. “Apparently, she’s not an asshole as you are.” “Get. Down.” “No.” My tears mix with my blood and I have no idea which exact one is more acidic. The tears or the blood. “Get. Down.” He strengthens his command. And my knees find their way to the ground. With a loud crack.

We don't have that kind of cash. [Then, sell your car, and sell the shop.] [The shop's already mortgaged. I can't sell it. And I need the car.] [Then, I guess you can wait for the cops to show up.] Silence fell on the other end once more. Then, a message came back. [Shirley, don't make things harder for yourself by refusing a friendly offer.] I snapped a screenshot for keeps and sent a reply. [Thanks, I'll hold onto this one too.]