Behind Her Highness's Smile Chapter 8 Novels & Stories

She lastly wore the student’s council’s armband with her written name and position. Smiling as she walks down the stair and her clan’s attendance greeted her bowing with their heiress. The door is opened for her as a car is waiting outside, with her butler opening the door for its heiress she steps inside as she flips the books reading the spells that amuse her and reminds her of Bianca’s presence. “Shall we, young miss?” Asking for her confirmation as she nodded and smiles, she looks at the window as she chanted inside her mind the spells, she found amusing.

We took our seat and Clary smiled mischievously. What could she be up to now? Enjoyed this chapter? Do leave a review on the book. Things are about to get more interested *smiles wickedly* ~Jane♥️

Victor’s voice bled through her earpiece: “You’ve done well.” She smiled faintly. “It’s only chapter one of the public fall.” The screen behind her replayed the board vote on loop…each gleaming green YES a victory bead on an invisible rosary.

He staggered, ran a few more steps and then crumpled with a dull thud. She climbed on top of him as she retrieved her bag Once she saw all the contents were intact, she gave a small grin and then stood up before dusted herself off, and walked back toward me. When she stopped before me, she offered a painfully awkward smile. “I… uh… I’m sorry, Your Highness,” she muttered. She looked as though I had caught her committing a sin she would rather die than confess. “Give it to me,” I said. She blinked. “What?”

I finished, shoving her away at the same time she wrenched her neck away so that she stumbled backward, her face a mask of rage. “You will regret this...Your Highness,” She breathed, and the hairs rose on the back of my neck as I watched her lips tear into a crazed smile.

Celeste The moment the darkness swallowed her vision, I smiled—not the soft, polite smile I wore when pretending to be loyal, not the careful servant’s smile meant to earn trust—but something older, deeper, carved from years of waiting and swallowing humiliation. It spread slowly across my lips, deliberate and unhurried, the kind of smile that only comes when something long desired finally begins to unfold exactly as planned. I watched her carefully, savoring the delay between the magic taking hold and her mind catching up to what had just happened. That tiny pause… that fragile second before panic… it was exquisite.

She smiles, his eyes moved to her lips, then her eyes. "You can kiss me." He smiled, pulling her into a kiss savouring her delicious taste. - End of Chapter 18: Interviews -

ALPHA vs LUNA Chapter 3. Sleeping beauty is sleeping in her room until the chirping of birds wake her up, she slowly opens her eyes to reveal blue gems, they glisten in the sunlight and a small smile paints her lips. "Morning already?" She rubs her eyes as she yawns loudly, ruffling her magenta hair and throwing it to the side, she slides out of her bed to open the blinds properly, "just two days left!!" She screams to herself and does a little celebratory twirl, "I wonder what mother is going to get me this time!!!" She claps excitedly as she hurried to get groomed.

Knowing that she won’t really be embarrassed, I extend my claws and as I let go of her throat and step back; I swipe my claws down her body without actually touching her. I step back even further as what little attire she is wearing slips from her body and falls to the floor. Just as I had expected, she doesn’t cover her body as she looks at me with wide eyes and says. “Your Highness?” “When you return to your chambers, you will find more appropriate attire to wear in the presence of a mated High Royal…” “But… But Your Highness… You’re not ma…”

she said, placing her hand on her chest. Amidst the waves her words created in my chest, a smile appeared on my face. I couldn’t tell if it was the natural smile the High lady wanted or not, but it blanketed me in a serene warmth. The High lady gaped at me, widening her eyes slightly. “Wow…” she whispered, contemplating me. “Perfect…”