King's Bride Beck Michaels Pdf Novels & Stories

Then he kissed her hand. "What a gentleman." Smiled Aunt Becky. "I have to prepare something special for a very special guest. Come Lila." Aunt Becky dragged Lila to the kitchen. Seeing his eccentric wife, Uncle Malcolm could only shake his head. "What a lucky girl." Aunt Becky pinched Lila's cheek gently once they entered the kitchen. "Yesterday we talked about the crown prince, today you befriended a prince and brought him home." "Err…" Lila didn't know what to say.

"We'll send your diploma, records, and mission note to your father, so you don't have to worry about any of that." "Alright then, what exactly is my mission?" "This might come as a shock to you, Nicolette, but we need you to marry someone." "Marry someone? Shouldn't they at least buy me dinner first?" The principal laughed. "Unfortunately, there's no time for dating. His information is in this file" Nicolette picked up the file skimming through it, feeling each letter on the page and taking in the information. "You want me to marry a mafia king!? I mean, I hoped for a big mission, but this is an SSS-level mission! His security will be far stronger than a lousy politicians!"

What made her weak in the knee was the strong and forcefully aura emerging from him, filling every corner of the space, she gulped at the urge to submit before her King and Alpha but fought that as she went closer but for being a commoner, fighting the King's aura was an impossibility as a force yanked her down on her knees, a gasp left her lips as she realized how weak she felt before the King, her head bowed lowly. "My King, lady Devika of Galveston requests your presence" Adviser Caesar voiced. The King's lips curved into a tiny smirk as his eyes slowly fluttered opened and he gazed at the creature before him, beautiful. "My bride" Devika gulped at the familiarity of his voice but didn't

Caleb sighing, leaning against the wall “I understand your frustration, but the elders are waiting for you in the hall. Your father sent for you.” --- Damon walks into the grand hall where the elders are gathered. His father, Killian, the previous Alpha King, and his mother, Katherine, sit at the head of the table. Their expressions are stern, and the air is thick with expectation. Damon can sense the purpose of the meeting before anyone speaks—once again, the pressure to find a mate and secure the future of the pack weighs heavily on him. --- Killian sitting with authority, his voice booming in the large room “Damon, it’s time we talk about your future. And the future of the pack.”

The scribes were present only, who sat very close to the stairs leading to the throne - the King, and her stepmother, the current queen. When she reached a reasonable position, she knelt on both knees and bowed her head as was their custom for a female. A female could not look at the head on the throne - the King. "Elena," the King's voice boomed in the hall. That was the first time he had ever addressed her directly. "You have been given a duty, which you must carry out for the best of this Kingdom. You are to be given to the blood king as a Bride, and you must carry yourself properly when representing our Kingdom." If they were expecting any response from her, they showed no sign of it.

She paused out of sight when Alexei halted, taking both of Katrina's hands tenderly. "My princess, you have awakened my spirit as brilliantly as the sunrise. Say you will do me the honor of one day being crowned my queen?" Alexei sank genteelly to one knee, proffering a glittering betrothal band. Katrina raised a trembling hand to her mouth, eyes shimmering. "My beloved prince! My heart is already yours eternally!" Kneeling to embrace Alexei joyously, the couple seemed lit from within by love's glow. Amy retreated quietly, loathe to intrude further on the private magical moment. Her own girlish memories of Viktor's proposal under the full moon flooding back bittersweet and nostalgic.

Perhaps, her children will break the cold bridge between them. ________ Several minutes later, Brian and his soon-to-be wife were heading for the wedding stage. A priest was already there to perform their wedding rituals. Brian looked deathly pale as if he was going for a war of death and life. Silvia was consistently smiling to marry her childhood crush finally.

“Please, join us.” Kael’s movements were deliberate as he strode to the table, his boots echoing against the marble floor. He sat without hesitation, his posture impeccable, and for a moment, the room felt too small to contain the tension between them. “This is my daughter, Princess Emilia,” King Alaric said, gesturing toward her. “She will stand in place of her sister, Princess Celeste, as your bride.” Kael’s eyes shifted to hers, and Emilia forced herself to meet his gaze. His expression didn’t waver—no surprise, no warmth, no disdain. Just a cool, unyielding mask.

The King – a claiming – He has marked me, then – has marked me as the one to be his next bride - “Yes,” he murmurs, apparently enjoying my shock, perhaps taking it as awe, his hand continuing its slow travel up my thigh. “I remember you, Everleigh de Silva. But you didn’t smell to me then,” his hand is dangerously close now, his fingers brushing against the lacy edges of my undergarments, “as deliciously as you do now.” My whole body begins to shake then at the thought of it – at the fact that he’s marked me, incontrovertibly, as his bride – his next Luna, his next Queen –

Not a bride. > A queen.