A Barbaric Proposal Novels & Stories

Declan, the Alpha heir of the Nighthowl Pack and my arranged mate, proposed to me right after donating his Alpha marrow to his childhood sweetheart. In my past life, I said yes out of love and for the sake of our pack alliance. But after we mated, the weight of two territories fell entirely on my shoulders. Losing that marrow broke Declan’s inner wolf. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t shift. He couldn’t even give me a strong heir. I had to run the crystal mines while fighting off rogues for him. Before I even turned forty, I dropped dead. Utterly drained. Worked to death. And Declan? He comfortably took all the territory resources I had bled for and marked his little sweetheart. They lived hap

"Say yes! Say yes!" I kneeled in the middle of the crowd, awaiting a response, as my friends' excited shouts drowned out the square. "Enough. You're so annoying." Hailey Morgan, the woman I was proposing to, snatched the flowers from the ground and hurled them hard at me. Her expression was vicious as she exclaimed, "You're so selfish! What else do you know besides pressuring me into marriage? I've told you so many times that I can't get married right now."

¨ Ava boldly asked. ¨I have a proposition for you, little girl¨ the boss said menacingly. ¨What proposition?¨ She asked suspiciously. ¨Simple, you agree to marry me and I will not destroy your precious little family and shifter friends, how's that for a deal?¨ ¨You ... .what?!! marry you, are you insane! I am already married and have children! How can you ask something like this!¨ Ava hissed angrily. ¨Likeyou have a choice my dear, either you marry me and I will spare your loved ones, or if you deny me, I will kill each and everyone you hold dear, so it is up to you!¨ he says darkly while waiting for her answer.

“Which means they’re afraid to say no.” Mara looked up from her notes. “Some of the elders are circulating a proposal.” Lily raised an eyebrow. “That sounds ominous.” “It’s not hostile,” Mara said. “That’s what makes it dangerous.” The proposal didn’t attack companion forums. It didn’t forbid bond pauses. It didn’t roll back reversibility. It reframed everything. All new measures, it argued, should be advisory rather than operative. Symbolic acknowledgment without binding force. A return to tradition, gently, politely, with no one admitting that anything was being taken away.

“What kind of a proposal?” I asked Baren as I moved around my desk to examine the stack of papers that were now stacking up due to the lack of time I have been spending in the office. “Unofficially I feel he wants an alliance.” Baren said with a raised eyebrow. “Why would he want an alliance with me? I’m nothing but a rouge.” I said to Baren as I sat in my office chair crossing my arms.

I have a proposition for you. My stomach flipped. "What kind of proposition?" "Let's do a fake engagement for three months. I want to avoid my parents' matchmaking attempts, I help you get revenge on Flynn." I stared at him, my mouth hanging loose. He tapped his fingers on the table. "My parents have been trying to marry me off to Diella Ashford for five years. She's from old money, well connected, everything they think I need in a wife. The problem is I don't love her. I don't even like her. But they won't stop pushing until I'm engaged to someone else."

and he chuckled away merrily into his tea. Oliver saw Athena’s steady, unwavering face before him and knew there was no chance of her accepting a love proposal. Perhaps he needed to be more practical. A contract marriage, he could offer to split amicably in a few years and pay her handsomely. Maybe throw in something for that blonde lout she came with. “Maybe not,” he finally replied, forcing a grin onto his face with his last ounce of energy. He resolved to get some sleep in the carriage home and endure as little of Milo’s company as possible.

she tried her best to not let bitterness coat her words and asked in a stern tone. The old man looked square into her eyes and uttered that one word that she loathed from the bottom of her heart. “Barbarians,” Hendrix uttered without faltering. A collective gasp rose from the room. Her soft features turned rigid in disapproval. “I am certain there is another way than making friends with the criminals, thieves, and murderers,” she countered in a composed but unyielding manner. “I wish there was, your majesty, but for now this is the only option I can think of. Besides the sole remedy for the venom, they are using to kill our people is only available in Barbarian’s owned territory,” Hendrix re

He said plainly as though he didn't want to share his reasons. I arched my brow. How could I accept his offer if I didn't know his reasons? "Reasons? Care to tell what your reasons are, Mr. Anderson?" I urged. "It's none of your business. Besides, we will only pretend so I guess, it's not important to discuss what my reasons are." He retorted with a frown. I was not able to respond as the waiter began to serve our food. Pan-seared, butter-basted rosemary steak, scalloped potatoes, and caesar salad.

“Half my clan’s estate is held up in Terratus futures! If it sinks, we’re gonna be on a lifeline! They said this proposal’s gonna pass easy, but we can’t let that happen!” Many agreed wholeheartedly while the rest grumbled among each other, their distaste for the state of things was beyond their ability to stomach. Savoth and the older senator grinned at each other, happy with how easily they whipped their fellow senators into a frenzy. They allowed the others to work themselves up a bit more before the older one cleared his throat and requested their attention. “Don’t get too worked up,” he said. “We haven’t lost yet. We’ll do whatever it takes to burn their pathetic proposal to the ground