His Majestys Proposal Novels & Stories

I agreed, he can't be that attracted to us. "Fiona." I heared someone call. There was a man walking towards me and by his attire I could tell he's a minister. "My lord." I addressed him with a bow. He snorted, thrusting a parchment in my hold, "While we are here, you are solely responsible for the his Majesty's health, you should make sure he doesn't catch the disease and you are responsible for his food." "Food?" I was puzzled. "Yes." The man nodded, "His majesty has to have a medicinal food regime to ensure his stability, you should know that as a healer."

It had to be Madison. Marilyn rubbed her forehead. “That woman cannot keep a secret to save her life.” “Good thing she can’t,” Naomi replied. “Otherwise we wouldn’t know that the most eligible billionaire in the country proposed to our best friend.” Marilyn groaned. “Can you please stop making it sound like that?” “Then tell us what happened.”

Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don, once made me a promise. If I proposed to him fifty-one times on livestream for the whole world to see, he would show up for the fifty-second and finally make our relationship public. But when the night of my fifty-second proposal came, Raffaele was in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart, Gianna. He bought her an entire yacht just to put a smile back on her face. I became the laughingstock of the internet. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Gianna was upset. I only went with her because she needed a change of scenery. That's why I missed it. Don't read too much into this.” “I'll say yes when you propose for the fifty-third time. Then you'll be my

“I have my ways, Miss Lopez. Nothing can stay hidden forever.” She smirked and my heart skipped a beat. Where was she getting at with this? “Okay, so what’s your proposal?” She leaned back in the chair and the guards tensed up, the hands grabbing their guns. Shivers ran down my spine. “It’s simple. Sell Royal Suites to me.” My jaw dropped. “What? Are you crazy?”

Since he had made the proposal, I haven’t replied to any of his texts for us to meet up since I needed the time to think about what I was getting into. I was shocked and surprised that night when he had asked me to be his sex slave, that I couldn’t move from the spot that I was standing in. I couldn’t believe it, I thought that he was joking, but when I remember the expression that was on his face I knew he was being serious. Who the hell in their right mind would ask someone that, to be their sex slave and then just walked away so calmly, as he had just told me what time of the day it was.

Maurice cried. He eyed me, his gaze turning wicked. "However, if you give the order to set Camilla free and let me marry her as well, I'll consider letting Giselle be my wife." "What are you even talking about?" His Majesty grew angry. "What do you mean, what am I talking about? Weren't you guys discussing my marriage to Giselle?" That thoroughly angered His Majesty. "We were talking about Gideon's marriage!"

"Picture this, Your Majesty—a moonlit stroll along the shores of Lake Serenity. The moon's gentle glow reflecting off the tranquil waters, the symphony of nature serenading your every step. We could find a secluded spot, tucked away from prying eyes, where you and Eden can bask in the magic of the moment." As I envisioned his words, the weight of my responsibilities momentarily lifted, replaced by a glimmer of longing. A date with Eden, amidst the enchanting beauty of nature, seemed like an ephemeral dream. I leaned back in my chair, contemplating their proposal. "Very well," I conceded, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I paused for a moment, contemplating their proposal. The weigh

My words were meant to persuade her into signing the papers, highlighting the benefits and luxuries that came with it. “I appreciate the offer, boss, but I'm afraid I must decline your proposal.” She turned me down. “$500,000,000,000?!!!” I still went on to propose. I don't have the funds now, but will soon, once she agrees to the proposal and become pregnant with my child, a male heir to be precise.

"However, I must inform you that Alexander is no longer my heir. Recent events have changed the course of his future. Nevertheless, I am willing to offer you a proposal, Lady Elizabeth." Curiosity and anticipation danced in Elizabeth's eyes as she listened intently to the king's words. What could this proposal entail? What did he mean by Alexander no longer being his heir? King Maximilian's voice lowered, taking on a more intimate tone. "I find myself in need of a wife, Lady Elizabeth. With the passing of my son Daemon, I am left without a direct heir. I have long admired your beauty, your wit, and your ambition. I am willing to marry you, and any child you bear shall be my rightful heir."

"By the way, help me promote the magazine and expand into the international market." "Are you really that desperate for money?" Lionel looked at Mr. Marcus in disbelief. "Desperate!" Mr. Marcus laughed. "Wow." They talked about the details of their collaboration, and then Mr. Marcus ended the video call with Lionel. He smiled with satisfaction, then began to ponder again - what would be considered a unique and memorable proposal? He regretted it a little, wishing he hadn't said that. He had shot himself in the foot with that remark, and now he had to put more thought into it. It seemed that meeting Miss Jessica's aesthetic standards for a unique proposal would be quite challenging.