Knight Of Swords Yes Or No Love Novels & Stories

Just as she expected, even the sharp blade did not disappoint her. “Wow…” she muttered in almost a whisper as she examined it closer. “I never–” In a matter of seconds, her gaze immediately shifted to the knight upon seeing her name engraved on it. “Y-You… Seriously?” she chuckled with satisfaction. “But why a long sword? I thought you would be giving a katana since I remember mentioning to you that it was one of my favorites.” “A katana does not really suit a woman like you.” She looked at him with a questioning look, wanting to hear as to why he had said so.

A crucial question on which his future depended, that needed to be answered as soon as possible. "Your father has a sword?" Ryder was taken aback by such a question. Out of all he heard... that was what he wanted to ask about. Is he fucking serious? What Ryder didn't know was that Midnight had other concerns in his heart. The father of the girl he loves has a sword. And he will duel him? What is this situation?!!! "I made it for him," Ryder responded, feeling somewhat guilty. "It's made of resin..." She started to explain, but before she could finish her blabbering, Jake suddenly came to realize something as he frowned.

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

Vittoria's POV “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.” It took a moment for the words to register in my head and when it did, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest with different emotions struggling for dominance. Girlfriend? The idea of it bounced in my head. The rational part of me said a big no, he was Ricardo Lombardi, he had a hand in my father's death. But the rational side of me wouldn't have been naked in bed with him.

Instead, she asked, “And you, Darian? Will you follow me? Even if the truth I carry shatters your oath to the crown you swore to?” Silence stretched between them, brittle as ice. The knight’s jaw tightened. He lowered his head slightly, as though ashamed. “An oath is not made of words, Serenya. It is made of the heart. And my heart…” His voice faltered, rare for him. “…my heart chose long before my sword did.” Serenya’s breath caught, but before she could answer, the sharp sound of a horn split the camp.

Such a bitch she is. "The rudeness on your nose is blending perfectly with your handsome face that is going to kill me tonight" "Do you have parents or anyone else who loves and cares for you the most?" I ask with an evil smirk on my lips. She smiled before answering, " yes, I have a young sister who loves me a lot"

“There are some protocols I’m not sure on. I think I know them, but I’m just wanting clarification. “What sort of clarification?” “I just want to be certain. Can a knight have a liaison with a noble woman on a romantic basis?” “Does this have something to do with Elfleda?” “No, my Lord. I was thinking a little closer to home than Kothmar this time.” Draynon sighed. “Alright. A knight yes, but you? I seem to remember that we talked about this the last time you asked me about it Sigwulf, and you ignored me.

Dylan slashed his opponent's wooden sword until it bounced. 'Fuschia, where did you run to?' Dylan was getting angry when he remembered yesterday he failed to find Fuschia for the umpteenth time. “Ugh, this...is too much! How many wooden swords are you going to destroy, Sir Dylan?!” shouted a knight who fell to the ground. "Next." "There's no next person, sir! Everyone you have defeated!” The knights who just lost, whining. Even though he was a senior knight that other fellow knights relied on.

I stared at him, an unexplainable sadness stirring within me. "Then, would you be willing to become my fated mate?" I asked. He froze, surprised by my sudden question. He fell silent. I knew then that he was hesitating, struggling. He only desired to keep me as a toy, but he wasn’t willing to pay the ultimate price. "What? Not willing?" I laughed, "Your ‘love’ is worthless after all." "James, stop insulting me with your hypocrisy." I said coldly, turning to leave. "Emily!" He called out urgently, "Don’t be so unreasonable! I’ve humbled myself; what more do you want?"

Then, with the help of his shadows, grabbed the golden sword of Opherio, and rested its edge on the necks of its rightful owner. "!!" "We are champions! WE are evolution!! WE ARE NOT DEMONS!!!" Blood began to slide down his neck, the sword was being pushed harder against him. It was ready to slice the head of an enemy. Dominique landed his gold gaze on the weeping eyes of his enemy. "We are the people whose gifts are from the love of god..." A final trust. "WE ARE LOVE!!!" "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... aahh?"