You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

"Not so high and mighty now, are you? Obey the Alpha and kneel" I don’t react. I can’t react. I just focus all my strength on looking strong, on not breaking down in front of them. I shake my head. "No" The word barely escapes befoore pain explodes through my legs. A heavy boot slams into the back of my knees, knocking them out from under me. The stone ground rushes up to meet me, unforgiving and cold. Agony lances through my kneecaps as they crash against the rough surface. A gasp slips past my lips before I can stop it.

Why am I curious about that man? Just why? I know this wouldn’t work out. I have to force myself to stop. I was thinking about what to do when the sound of knocking scared the shit out of me !!! I was leaning against the door so the knock was louder than expected. It made me jump and I ended up making more noise on my side, “Jena?” I ended up jumping back while trying to regain my balance and stand up straight but I knocked the floor lamp down. The sound of it crashing on the floor made me realize how dumb I was being and that I was probably busted at this point.

Once again being stabbed all over my lower body by the crap and broken shit all over this dirty floor. I can take a punch or two, I know that much, and I try to shake it off as I scramble to get to my knees once more. Hand sliding over my leg, then ankle and grabbing my shoe as I do so. My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock.

He's slamming me onto the ground, and the wind is being knocked out of me. Looks like I was going to have to actually try to beat Connor.

And at that very moment, the words to the lullaby suddenly all came rushing back to her; Walk on a rainbow trail Walk on a trail of song And all about you will be beauty There is a way out Of every dark mist Over a rainbow trail. Her eyes snapped open. There is a way out of every dark mist over a rainbow trail…. *** Outside the bathroom door, Tom paced back and forth, one hand rubbing his chin and the other clenched in his side pocket. Should I go down on one knee? he wondered, stopping in front of the bathroom door. No, no, no, he shook his head and continued pacing. Too cliché.

Kylee shrieked and spun around. “I’m sorry,” she sputtered, her hands splayed out in front of her for protection. “I should have stayed out of it. I—” He cut the rest of her apology off with a left hook to her jaw. Kylee stumbled backward and went down to her knees. She hadn’t seen that coming. Bill was angrier than usual.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

The next thing I knew, I was airborne. Pain exploded through my body as I hit the ground hard. Every bone felt like it had been shattered. I clenched my jaw, biting back a groan, forcing my face into a smirk. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. “You’re just standing in the way of something very inevitable, Don. And you know what happens to obstacles. They go crumbling down,” I said. He kept silent, his eyes trained on me as though he was reading through to my soul.

Guard one throws the first punch and I dodge it "Agh come on if you're gonna hire hitmen to take me out mi amore you should have hired people that are worth your money" Guard one tries to punch me again but this time I grab his fist twisting his arm until I hear a snap. He drops down to the floor groaning out in pain, I got distracted making Guard 2 kick me on my back stumbling to the floor I fall face flat I decide to stay down just to buy myself time. He walks up towards me and he crotches on one knee

Damon didn’t bother with greetings. “Don’t talk. Just listen.” He let the silence sharpen before saying it. > “Who is K.N.?” A breath. Then a low chuckle. But it wasn’t amused. “You’re years too late to ask that question.” “Try me.” More silence. Then a whisper that felt like a door creaking open in a house that should’ve stayed locked. > “K.N. wasn’t a person.” “K.N. was a contingency.”