A Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

"We all know what Celia wants." "Exactly. A life-saving debt ought to be repaid with marriage. Zac is about to give himself away!" Hearing the commotion around me, I finally snapped back to reality. I did not joyfully agree to his proposal as everyone expected. Instead, I withdrew my hand and looked at him calmly. "Zac, can I really ask for anything?" Zac paused for a moment. Then, he glanced at the pale pink scrunchie around his wrist as if an idea had struck him.

Barbara drawled, "do you know that red dress you've been whyning about? I got it for you." "What?" Mitchell's head snapped up as she gasped, "Tell me you're kidding." "Go grab it from the closet, let's hit the club baby," Barbara chuckled as Mitchell sprinted towards the closet, squealing in excitement. [Trev Club, Los Angeles, Late Night] "Oh my goodness! Let's dance, Mitch!" Barbara yelled through the music, her voice barely audible. "Nooope, I don't...want to," Mitchell slurred, her vision getting blurred. She took just a bottle of vodka. Why is it having so much effect on her?

I stepped back subtly, keeping my expression calm, and tilted the wine glass in my hand. "Grayson," I asked with a faint smile, "are you proposing to the wrong person? Isn't your proposal supposed to be for Tanya?" "I knew you were still jealous of Tanya." Grayson Caldwell's expression shifted slightly at my words. "It's been three years. You still haven't gotten over it? How many times have I told you…" "You only see Tanya as a sister. There's nothing between you two," I finished the sentence for him, my voice steady.

His eyes were molten, “I can now see the appeal of crippling the rebellious females so they will remain close by-” I jumped up off the couch and stalked towards the dark wolf, “That’s fucking barbaric you sick fuck! I’ll bet you condone such depraved behavior of permanently disfiguring a female so they can’t run away to escape the rape and abuse and all the injustices the beasts in your caves inflict upon them! You are no better than your father!”

Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don, once made me a promise. If I proposed to him fifty-one times on livestream for the whole world to see, he would show up for the fifty-second and finally make our relationship public. But when the night of my fifty-second proposal came, Raffaele was in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart, Gianna. He bought her an entire yacht just to put a smile back on her face. I became the laughingstock of the internet. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Gianna was upset. I only went with her because she needed a change of scenery. That's why I missed it. Don't read too much into this.” “I'll say yes when you propose for the fifty-third time. Then you'll be my

“Drink up and tell me what the council said.” Becca slid onto the barstool across from Lyssa and picked up her drink. “You don’t want to know. Their suggestions ran the gamut from the surreal to the ridiculous.” “C’mon. How bad could they be?” Lys asked. Becca lifted her glass and took a sip. “Bad.” “Try me.” “One proposal suggested capturing males from a rival clan or setting traps for humans hiking in the Pine Barrens.” Lyssa snorted into her wine, coughing.

What happened that day was undoubtedly the result of someone bribing the models with a substantial amount of money to cause trouble deliberately. The slanting-eye gesture was highly offensive to Solacians, and the association with the Brightstar Council, a notorious extremist organisation in Franciso, only added fuel to the fire, which was clearly intending to bring Opulent Prowl down. By the end of the night, Celeste's throat had developed two large blisters, rendering her unable to speak. "Don't worry, I'm here. Megan and I are flying to Franciso first thing in the morning," Winston called to say.

He paused, eyes lighting up with hope as he continued, "If we reconcile and hold a new wedding, I can give you half the family fortune. From now on, all of the Hepworth family matters will be yours to decide." I lifted my teacup, blowing softly on the steam to hide the sneer on my lips. "Simon, do you really think I still need to marry you to get what I want?" I tossed another document in front of him. It was an analysis of the major holes in Hepworth's core projects, plus proof of cost-cutting and corner-cutting in their supply chain. "Or, next week you can watch Hepworth's stock price crash while Fiona's case blows up in court. By then, you won't even be able to keep one percent."

I waited countless days and nights since that day, eagerly looking forward to the promised day, but those expectations had since dried up. I closed the box and handed it back to Hayden. He frowned slightly before recalling what had happened earlier today and explaining, "Yet another day has passed. Just wait a little more, and I'll be able to divorce Scarlett. I'll definitely fulfill my promise from back then. "How about the day after tomorrow? I'll formally propose to you then, and we'll order a certified copy of our marriage certificate right away. I'll even personally put the ring on your finger." I could no longer feel moved by his words and simply replied indifferently, "I get it, but I

“Um, yeah so I look forward to hearing your proposal.” “Right, down to business,” he said hastily. “So I feel this proposal will benefit both of us tremendously. I’ve been working on it for over three months. I’ve gone through it several times but, of course, you’re welcome to have your legal team give it a thorough look.” “Yes, that was the plan Mr. Steele,” she said smoothly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jess give a small smile but kept her eyes averted.