From Ex's Trash To King's Treasure Mga Nobela at Kwento

I watch as the rogues that were chasing me run stupidly by the tree. Now I must sit up here and wait. Pulling out my phone, I shoot a text off to the King. Me: You have a rat among your men. This was a setup. King: I thought maybe it might be. Me: So, you sent your niece into the trap. How kind of you? King: How many fatalities? Me: Two King: Waste Not. That’s why I sent you. Closing the screen on my phone, I tuck it back into my pocket. It is going to be a long damn night at the top of this tree.

Darkest of onyx covered the skies of the Ardos making it seem like a canvas sprinkled with glimmering flowers yet the emperor did not had time to enjoy such pure events for he was buried in his tedious work. "What is this rubbish?" The male while sorting his personal belongings found many ancient manuscripts containing historical books of kings and queens of past but they were so boring that his head ached thus he tossed them aside, these might as well serve as charcoal for upcoming winters. The documents piled up like a tiny hill when there was a knock on the door and Icarus was going to stay silent while not giving his permission to enter before the door was gently pushed with a pink head

I collided hard with a wall of solid muscle. The impact sent me stumbling backward. My hand jerked, and the engagement ring slipped from my grip, clattering sharply across the arena tiles. I instinctively dropped to my knees to retrieve it. Before my fingers could brush the metal, a heavy sneaker stepped directly over the ring, trapping it beneath the arch of the sole. Not crushing it. Just stopping me from reaching it. “A princess shouldn’t bow down for trash.” The deep, gravelly voice sent a jolt straight down my spine.

I try to put a fake smile in order not to be the weird one. "With That being said.." The mummuring stop immediately his voice came up. "With that being said, my sons will embark on a journey to get a royal staff. I would be lying if I said I know where it is. There would be lead through to the place and the journey should start now" The king said. And heads back to his seat. Now this is funny. Isn't this what happens in some mischievous movies. Hunt for the staff my foot!. All those book that I have read that had something weird like this where one of them will end end up killing the other who found the so called staff first.

I nodded before I began explaining the situation to Justin in a gentle but firm voice. "I was approached by a man three days ago. He promised me that if I managed to get my hands on Lowen Group's final document of company secrets, he would pay me a handsome reward that would last me several lifetimes.

So, the guy actually had some brains in that ridiculous head of his. Then came a second announcement: Natasha and King were done too. It was down to us and the H’s. A few minutes later, we finally solved the puzzle and dashed toward the mystery box to get the location of our treasure. The atmosphere was charged with urgency, the air thick with anticipation as we raced against time. The treasure box was hidden beneath the puzzle table. We were almost there, victory within our grasp, when suddenly, Rachel tripped and fell, scraping her knees against the rough ground.

I walked to my mirror on the table, and a weak sigh escaped my lips as I stared at my miserable reflection. My life had been hard since I arrived at Drogomor Palace. Everything I did was in secret; sometimes, I sneaked out of the palace to visit my pack members' graves and promised them how much King Derek was going to pay for what he did wrong. I guess that's not going to happen anymore. I quickly snapped those thoughts to the back of my mind as I walked out of my room, heading straight to the hall for whatever shitty announcement that is to be made which was not going to be in my favor

. I had forgiven her a long time ago, although I hadn’t got a chance to tell her yet. I touched Finley’s face softly and said “you’re my mate Finley.” Finley looked up at me and swallowed before she said “I Finley Séad reject you King Elias Wentworth.” It hurt so bad to hear these words and I refused to accept them “No I won’t accept your rejection.” Finley turned around and walked away, but I walked after her. “Finley you’re meant to be with me. We can figure something out, “ I told her. But she kept on walking. “Finley please”, I begged. “No I made a promise”, she said “now leave me alone” but I kept walking after her. “A promise to who?” I asked, but Finley kept walking. “I said leave me

Kingston nearly forgot what they were doing and rushed forward to deck the guy. “Let them pass… for the lady’s sake. She is absolutely stunning.” “Aww, Morphy… You’re so sweeeet,” Romaine said loudly and giggled again. “Isn’t he so, so, so sweeeet?” “Yeah, babe… Hey, man, I need something from you. He said you had it… He said you can help me…” “Who said what?” Morpheus asked and stood. “Thiago, dude… He said you got in a new shipment last night, you know…” Kingston muttered and leaned closer. “The good stuff… not everyday shit.”

The wounded man's breathing goes shallow, then steadies, then shallow again, and for a long stretch nobody in the room says anything at all beyond what the work requires. I think about the courier I never saw but heard whispered about my second day here — something about a threat, about the King's hands shaking, which I hadn't quite believed until now. I think about the way everyone's voice changes when the old King's death comes up in conversation, like touching it might reopen something that shouldn't be reopened. Whatever's coming, it's bigger than one wolfless stray the crown hasn't decided what to do with yet. I finish wrapping a fresh bandage around the wounded man's shoulder, my hands