King Proposal Novels & Stories

“May I?” I nodded, turning the screen slightly so he could see it better. As he leaned over to read, I gnawed on my lip, which was already picked to pieces. “Hm. An adoption incentive program,” he mused. “Interesting approach. You’re proposing financial support, tax benefits, and free resources for families that adopt rogue orphans?” “Is it too much?” I asked. “Well, not necessarily.” The King glanced at me. “Who are you intending to send the proposal to?”

James Banks sifted through heap Mountains of paper work his secretary had on his desk for him to read , muttering to himself as he tossed letters left and right . occasionally he would glance through some and shove it to a separate file requiring his attention . others he threw to a thrash beside his desk . I should be happy , he thought . Having discovered that one of his staff gives information to his competitors , he decided to change some of the old staff leaving the ones he trusted giving room for new ones including getting himself a new personal assistant .

The sky was still blue, but dark clouds were fast approaching. Now I completely understand what Kenny said during the unboxing of our wedding gifts. Everybody wants something. *Kenny* "How am I to make sense of this? All you've given me is a conclusion with no explanation of how to execute this," I told him. I waved the piece of junk of a proposal he approved. "I'm surprised this even got past your desk. We talked about this. You need to tell-" I checked the name on the document "-Wilford that the proposal needs to be adjusted. And do it now. I won't let it pass if it happens again."

"By the way, Ms. Wolfskin is requesting me to make her the new SSG President here. So, to the current SSG President now, I'm sorry to replace you but I can't say 'no' to the girlfriend of my son." We were even more surprised by what the queen said. That's why they can easily replace me because the queen also ordered that. And I didn't expect that Kimberly is girlfriend of my dearest SSG President, Mr. Adam Jack Collins. He is not James Devon. So, I better call his true name.

“To discuss something important. But since you’re here…” I swallowed. “What is it?” “There’s been a marriage proposal. From the Kingswell family.” My pulse stuttered. “Okay…” I managed, careful to sound neutral. The Kingswells. Old money. Royal by posture, ruthless by bloodline, their power stretched from London to the Upper East Side. Their last name carried weight and danger. “What kind of proposal?” I asked slowly, though I already felt the noose tightening. “The prince Delacroix is long overdue for marriage, and you're the perfect person for it,” he said, voice smooth and unbothered, as if he were reading out a weather report, not deciding my future.

Prince Nicholas demanded, his voice a mixture of shock and anger. “Your father was a nuisance, constantly thwarting my plans to kill him. But finally, we trapped him, leaving him no escape, and I seized my chance to end him. Enough of this,” General Victor declared with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Alex Dark King, I know you’re watching. I have a proposition for you. Eliminate Prince Nicholas, and I’ll reward you with $100 million. There will be no retaliation, as I intend to eradicate all of the King’s lineage.”

That article would never see the light of day anyway. As my words registered, Drew's eyes brightened with surprise and relief. "What? Are you actually saying yes? Honestly, I was just venting…" We had our share of arguments over matters like this. Drew was well aware that I would never exploit my position or violate the rules. I smiled faintly and said, "Tammy's someone you grew up with. Of course, I want her to get better soon." With a firm nod, Drew expressed his heartfelt thanks. "I really appreciate your understanding. Since you're being so considerate, I'll make it official and propose to you when I get promoted next month."

"We all know what Celia wants." "Exactly. A life-saving debt ought to be repaid with marriage. Zac is about to give himself away!" Hearing the commotion around me, I finally snapped back to reality. I did not joyfully agree to his proposal as everyone expected. Instead, I withdrew my hand and looked at him calmly. "Zac, can I really ask for anything?" Zac paused for a moment. Then, he glanced at the pale pink scrunchie around his wrist as if an idea had struck him.

“But Kingston? You think the most prominent Alpha King candidate wants this floating around during campaign season? That kind of thing spreads like wildfire. Especially among wolves.” My stomach turned. Not because of the threat to me. But because Kingston—who had saved me without hesitation—could be hurt because of this. I swallowed dryly, pushing down my pride. This wasn’t just about me. I had to do this. “All right,” I said quietly. “I’ll pay you.” Zach looked smug. “You’ve got two days.” The next morning, I submitted a request for an advance on part of my salary: ten thousand dollars, deducted over the next year.

I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. I tried my best to break out of his grasp, yelling, "I didn't accept your proposal, which means I'm still not your fiancee! Let go of me, Kieran!" Kieran asked in a low yet aggressive tone, "Are you sure? I bought everything you're wearing! If you leave me, what will you have left?" I had to admit that even before I accepted Kieran's proposal, he had been buying me clothes and jewelry. I was dressed in his gifts from head to toe. Even if I told him I didn't want the gifts, he would convince me to accept them.