His Majestys Proposal Novels & Stories

he said but how did you get to the conclusion that men who are too handsome cheat more than men who aren't ". "Have done my findings " Amelia said not changing her mind. "And the 3rd requirement," he said "He can't be too rich and too poor, and should be stingy " "Okay " that ruled him out of her list as a prospective suitor not that he planned on being one. He had to be going mad having thought of asking her out. But looking back at her, he realized he would give anything to have her in his arms, show her to the world, and have her naked in his bed.

He had not expected her to recover so quickly from her ordeal, let alone be this bold with him. He slid off the bed and stood up, all too aware of his rigid shaft sticking straight up toward the light fixture. "I propose this...that you be my Mistress, Jessica. I would care for you, I would have you rule by my side once we retake our great country and build it into what it should be," he urged. He strode up to her, staring into her eyes to ascertain whether she was truly open to his shocking suggestion. In any other time or place, without a civil war and complete chaos and violence surrounding them on all sides, such a proposal might have sounded insane.

With each word he reads from my proposal, my breathing is getting heavier. Finally, he closes the file and gazes directly at me. Fear in my eyes is obvious, something that anyone could easily catch. At that same moment, I’m curling my toes. “I apologize, Miss Bennett, but — we can’t accept your proposal. The story is good, but the budget is not manageable. You should try somewhere else.” He utters in a hoarse voice, echoing the same words I’ve been hearing for the past three months.

Charming a small group was effortless for her. The conversation flowed until one lady joked, “Have you heard about the supposed new bride His Majesty is choosing tonight? I dressed so glamorously last year, only for him not to show up at all.” Another laughed. “This time he seems serious. Just look at the decorations, he’s clearly trying to make it as romantic as possible. I heard he’s been keeping a little girl in his villa. Maybe that’s who he wants to propose to, too bad, you also dressed glamorously this year and still got sidelined.”

"How come staring at the screen of your computer for two straight hours is fine? I bet I know the answer to that. You're getting married, aren't you?" "What? No. I mean, my entire family are forcing me to find someone rich but the hell, where could I find that guy when I am already shoving myself between work and school?" Could not believe even our manager would support my family when in the first place, we haven't heard of her having a husband or even a boyfriend. "Speaking of fucking rich. The chairman's grandson who is the new president of Fisher Grand Inc. will hold his inauguration on the seventh floor of this building. Can you attend on my behalf?"

"What kind of proposition?" Nathaniel's eyes darted around, ensuring our conversation remained private. "I need a wife, Mia. A contract marriage, to be exact. I'm willing to offer you financial stability, in return for my own reputation and family inheritance." My heart raced at the sheer audacity of his proposal. A contract marriage? It was certainly unconventional, but my desperate situation left me with few options. The burden of responsibility for my mother's health weighed heavily on my shoulders, and the chance to provide for her without constantly worrying about money seemed too good to pass up.

“No Caleb. But you don’t mind Maja?” “Well, that depends.” He runs his hand softly over my stomach. “Would she be called Maja Mlakar…or Maja Solberg?” I whip my gaze up to him. That is two steps to the left of a proposal. In the forest dark, Finn’s expression is unreadable, like water shadowed by overhanging branches. But he said it quietly, with that jagged edge of being wrenched from his throat. As if, until the moment the words left his lips, he wasn’t quite certain he was going to say them.

He continues to ask. “Yes, I do now.” Mauve gives him a reassuring answer. “Shall we go to Elite?” Nicholas asks. He observes her reaction and hopes that this time it would be easy to convince her to finally leave this dimension. “Oh, before that I would like to ask for something first.” Mauve replies hinting that she is still not ready to drop everything she has going on with her life in an instant. There is still some stuff she needs to get done. “What is it?” Nicholas replies as he feels worried that this might stall their mission which is heavily time sensitive especially now that a lot of unforeseeable circumstances has put the brakes on achieving their main goal.

" Elder Mr. Roy said he'll ask Mr. Vishv Roy, which means his son but he said he likes the proposal very much. So, he'll make Vishv Sir accept this proposal anyway. " " Huh! I feel bad for Madam! " " And you know what? They are going to meet at the most lavish wedding of the year, The Wright family wedding which is today. " " How do you think, Mr. Vishv going to meet her? I doubt that. He seemed a very good husband to Madam. I don't think he'll leave Madam. He loves her! "

- And I can see that you have some serious problems. - Nothing that can't be solved if we have a company as big as Imperium as an investor. - He smiled again. - We're just asking for a chance to prove that we can be great partners and bring even more profit to your company. - A dream proposal. - I admitted. - But a multinational doesn't live on dreams. I got up from the table and he got up too. - Mr. Mason, we're just asking for a vote of confidence. He insisted.