From A Knight To A Lady Novelas e Histórias

His whole being shaken uncontrollably, and he could see the rage rising in his eyes. "Bomb." The impact of Dylan's powerful punch caused the marble floor to crack. He mutters, "Miren, I'm sorry for my uselessness." ——— Everything below was illuminated by the icy moonlight that came from above, and it was easy to make out the outline of the enormous castle that belonged to the Knight kingdom.

"I don't want to study, my lady. I will just continue being your knight." "No, you can study if you like it." "I don't like it, my lady." "You know what, it is also needed for you to study since you will stand beside the lady, and there are other knights that have an even higher education than you. Education will serve as a license to be the ladies' knight more than you. So you choose," May butted in. "No, May, what are you saying? You don't have to say that to Arkanghel." "It's okay. If you don't like to study, you can just ignore those words from the other knights even though it's one of the skills of the counts."

(other knight) " Why the hell are you still here?" "Hurry, take your swords out!" Some of the knights transformed into lycans while others pointed their swords at me. I took my sword out to fight back and in a matter of seconds the front knights swords fell down "what.." "when did you even.." "I'm not here to fight you. I'll be your commander from this point on !" "What nonsense is that?!" "Yeah with what qualification are you saying you'll be our commander!?"

For him, his friends are his life and his precious is his reason to live. Though everyone thinks his life is simple, little do they know it's way more complicated than a mesh. ****** Nitya Khanna ****** The headstrong girl, who is adored by her family and has only one dream, to be a successful fashion designer. She never had any plans to fall in love but does anyone has control over his/her heart? No, right. The same happened with our lovely protagonist and without any notice, the minions of love knocked the door of her heart and she, being a kind girl, opened it and embraced the minions without realizing the repercussions of it. She did fall in love and that too with her knight.

They say that when you meet someone that you love, your eyeballs widen. « My Lady, are you here today for your training? » said the head of the knights in the Rayginaz family. « Yes, as usual, I want to spare with the knights that you’ll select for me. I am using a sword today. I hope that you won’t go easy on me. » « Don’t worry, my Lady. I’ve already selected a few knights. I also hope that you’ll teach them well how to interact with a mage in a battle, » he replied.

Since he once stood in his place. There was nothing more agonizing for a knight than when his loyalty and heart are on different sides. It tears him apart on the inside, and there is no end to the struggle until one side beats the other. In Ryan’s case, Garelt doubted that either were going to win. However, he was positive that the little princess is capable of changing the knight’s heart. Just like she changed his own. ~~~~

I was praying to the moon goddess that he was not the one in my mind. "Knight!" The nurse stressed out with gladness. "Like a knight in shining armor, saving me, a damsel in distress, on top of the tower that was guarded by a ferocious dragon!" She even put a melody in her sentence, and then all three of them giggled like teenagers watching the concert of their favorite singer. While I, my heart was not at ease at all.

Eleanor couldn't explain what she was feeling. Her heart was pounding hard. Every word from Knight felt like music to her ears—she couldn't believe it. Everything he said, the changes that happened, what was happening to them now. And where this conversation was leading. "I can turn fairy tales into reality, Eleanor, as long as it is for you... maybe I started as the beast in your very own fantasy. But now, I'll be your prince—your Knight," Knight continued. His gaze was fixed on Eleanor's eyes, as if studying her reaction. He didn't miss a single movement of her small strands of hair.

This is how we beat them and write our own story, on our terms. “Consider it done,” I say, squeezing his hand. “This is so incredible. So much to be accomplished.” He squeezes my hand back. “I’ll be your most devoted and faithful knight, all the days of my life.” I grin and whisper, “My noble Sir Lancelot.” His eyes swim with desire, “My beloved Lady Guinivere.” I giggle, “Don’t look at me like that, remember what the doctor said, no rupturing.”

And it was Roman Knight. The richest man in the capital. If he wanted to find her, he’d probably do it before she reached the next city. She was stuck. And for now, she’d just have to deal with it. She’d subconsciously stereotyped the owner of the voice, expecting an attractive woman with a lot of makeup and long nails wearing a very tight and revealing outfit, but what she didn’t expect was that she couldn’t have been farther from the truth. The woman she met instead was probably a supermodel, and if she wasn’t then she very well could be.