British Novels & Stories

I smile and felt a bit better. All the handkerchief was collected and placed on the table in front of His Majesty. I saw as his eyes moved from one handkerchief to another,his gaze stopped at a very beautiful and well patterned,he picked it up,he studied it "This will do" he turn to his mother and she nodded "Lady Agatha Danbury come forward" Lady Agatha stood up arrogantly,she's the Prime Minister's daughter,and looks down on everyone She walked gracefully to the center and bow to His Majesty,she smiled at him and winked but his expression never changed.

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She tried to look for word but noting came up “You might be his first love but is he really yours? How you forget so soon , once upon a time you were head over hills for that British boy whom you secretly loved for years. He was your first love but now he isn’t even in the picture, he doesn’t even cross you mind anymore. I am not telling you all these because I want to hurt you, no, I just want to open your eyes to reality because between you and I, we know what life truly is and fairytale ain’t it. Things are not perfect, people will come and go in your life and there is absolutely nothing that can be done about it. All you can do is be wise. When you have th

“Your majesties,” a black-haired woman bowed to the four royalties. “Good evening Ms Knight.” Daniel gently kissed her hand. “We are very delighted with your acceptance of our offer, this is very generous of you.” “It is an honour for me, Your Majesty.” The woman is not very young, and she looks like she is almost reaching her forties. She is short, with large brown eyes and long black hair. She is thin and very pale, showing that she mustn't have been eating well lately.

We are having dinner at a lovely restaurant. "Now that you are done with university, my dear, do you plan to stay back like your brother or come back to Nigeria?" My father, Kareem, says as he takes a bite of his meal. His eyes are light brown, with pitch-black hair. He is 6 feet tall, with a fair skin tone, and a muscular build for a man of his age. His handsome face explains why my brothers are handsome too.

She paused for a while her hands at her back as she fidgeted clearly anxious, she looked at their curious gazes and began speaking again. "Someone special told me it is better to try than regret later for not trying, I would be disappointed if I don't get the part but I would be happy that I tried my best, I would just try again another time". She answered sincerely as they all stared at her emotionless, there was a drift in Miranda's eyes, something She couldn't understand . "Who is That Someone Special?". A deep rich unfamiliar voice spoke to her, The voice was deep and rich and was soothing to hear, it had a hint of British accent in it surprising Grace, th

I responded as we both laughed “So you knew she was British from her accent?” I asked “Yeah, plus her skin color and hair” he replied “Oh yeah, she does look British” I responded as we chuckled “But you on the other hand you look nothing British” he added “Well, I am not” I added “Your mom is, so typically you are half British if your mom is British” he added as I gave him a stern look before I rolled my eyes “I am not. My dad is American” I responded

the way he say such thing made Louise lough. It might be because of image spreading across the west continent. He was refered the souring thunder, the ruthless king and a honorable knight of the Castaline Kingdom. Such name didn't fit him, he was neither ruthless nor kind but the name butcher who don't show mercy is one of those filthy names he had never once consider pleasant.

he said as he drove off . " Mom ..." Red trailed and I caught him short . " We are in Italy Red ...can I think properly now ? I asked and he blushed red . " Good " I said as he looked away. I looked at the Restaurant nervously and it red " Annabelle's foods and dishes " . " Wow it's a restaurant mummy I can finally eat to my satisfaction right ? It's a free restaurant right ? Do they sell free foods here ! " He asked as he clapped excitedly .

The horse ride back home was slightly peaceful. I was not able to relieve my stress from the morning's conversation on The Introductory. Why would a middle-class nation strive to become one of the high-class kingdoms conduct The Introductory? It is not like we are facing a problem where the solution would be to find a king from the high-class kingdoms. I am supposed to be "designed" to handle this on my own.