Gallant Novels & Stories

I was sure she was going to contact me, Maybe telling me why I needed to run. "All done." The maid said, snapping me from my deep thought. I gazed at the mirror to see me. I was never the beauty queen. I never dressed to impress but this was me, The girl in the mirror. I straightened up, smoothed the frock neatly into place, and performed a clumsy pirouette followed by an impish curtsy imagining Nobles feasting their eyes on me. A maid insisted the very image of a painting depicting a sorceress, lady Gallagher, one hanging in the gallery rumored to have punished men for disagreeing with her.

There she stood in all her average height glory, waiting for an answer. We waited for someone to answer. The class was quiet, like a graveyard. I got tired of waiting and raised my hand. Shockingly, Vanessa and I raised our hands at exactly the same time. I silently prayed for Ms Cherry to pick her and not me. "Lève-toi, Annabelle", the lady said. (Stand up, Annabelle). There went all my prayers. I mentally cursed before standing up. "Quel est le pronom y?" She asked again. "Le pronom y est une voyelle et aussi un pronom qui remplace la place dans une phrase", I answered.

The waiter asked, having responded to the signaled call. "Give me a bottle of red wine, cold whiskey and champagne. Make certain that the champagne isn't cold. How do you prefer your wine, miss Nelly?" "Chilled." She replied eagerly. "Well you heard the young lady, so go get our orders." "Yes sir" the waiter replied and walked away. "Don't give me that look. You told me yourself that cold whiskey was your favorite alcoholic drink. In your exact words 'cold whiskey knows how to whisk me away from a cold situation.' Remember?

Never wear silk into a warzone unless you are prepared to use your vulnerability as a weapon. Maren stared at her reflection in the master bathroom mirror while her pulse hammered against her ribs. She smoothed her hands down the dark emerald gown and braced for the incoming battle. "You look like a queen walking to her coronation, not a woman facing a hostile gala," Gwen said, securing a diamond clasp at the nape of Maren's neck. "Desmond will choke on his own spite the minute you step onto that red carpet. He expects a broken victim. You are giving him a conqueror."

“What does he look like?” Anja queried, attempting to ignore the raise of Sienna’s perfectly manicured eyebrows as petite hands nudged an empty glass in Anja’s direction. “I’m not your damn sommelier.” “Uh, tall, muscular, shaved head, brown eyes, nose that looks like it’s been punched a few times…” She trailed off, taking a tentative sip of her wine in an attempt to stop herself. She could’ve talked about the dimple buried between the bristles of his chin or the gentle bow outlining his ruddy upper lip, about his broad, rugged hands or the deep, chiseled lines etched beneath the fabric of his shirt, but the disgusted look breaching Sienna’s ivory skin snapped her back to reality. Elford’s w

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

The rest nodded to confirm it to the shocked Tartals. "We can't have traitors as rulers" They all said in unison and that was enough to cause Mr Tartal to faint.

Alex taunted Gallas and smirked, giving a small scoff. Gallas rocketed himself at Alex, sword slashing down at his prey. The crown princes' army roaring at him in encouragement. Gallas felt his blood surging through his veins. He could not help but be stirred up by such a strong opponent. Alex lazily avoided the downward slash. Eyes mocking the half-blood. He swiped his hand out, sending a silvery arc speeding right at Gallas' face. Gallas retreated a few steps, quickly bending backwards. Sweat poured down his face together with a small trickle of blood between his eyes. That silver arc would have sliced his head in half had he reacted a second later!

"His name is—" "Lex. I am twenty-nine and have the body of a God. Woman fall at my feet and beg me to sleep with them because, let's be honest, who can resist this?" a voice filled the room and when I looked over to the door, I finally matched a voice to the face. There was something in the Jackson genes which had meant all three children were attractive. His arm muscles were obvious under the shirt he wore and it was practically see-through so you could see his chest beneath it. His eyes stood out from his face, the blue against the green, damn they were gorgeous.

And I wonder what's in this package. I can not wait to ride in the limousine I see from a distance. This is going to be fun. ^^^^