Knight Under My Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Using that meager advantage to prepare him for what might come. He was astounded at what he’d found. Of all things! Her indignation stemmed from wondering if another woman, impatient with wanting him, had torn his garments to get at his body. When have I time for such a thing? The thought was so ridiculous he nearly laughed. I don’t want any other woman. Innately faithful, Forever Knights, sought only one true mate. Once they found her, no other would be enough. And mine is here. Hating me for everything she imagines I’m doing.

"How dare those wretched humans have ill intentions toward you?" Gideon stepped forward and began to unfasten the armor on his chest. "Wait, what are you doing?" I cried, trying to stop him. "This is the royal crest I have guarded for a thousand years." He removed an ancient emblem carved with a shield and two swords. "The 'Knight's Heart'. It represents absolute courage and justice." He knelt on one knee and presented the crest to me respectfully. "Please accept it, my princess. Let it stand guard by your side in my place."

He was holding her waist, his head tilted as he pressed his lips hard against hers. I stood there, and for the first time in three years, Zane Knight didn't care that I was watching.

Nothing. He stepped into a quiet corner and pulled out his phone. "The number you have dialed is not in service. Please—" He hung up and redialed, again and again, but was met with the same robotic voice. Just then, a courier entered the hall and delivered a package addressed to his father. Under a sea of curious gazes, Alexander opened the box with a grim expression. Inside lay the heirloom passed down through generations of the Knight family, the one I received at my mating ceremony—the Heart of the Moon.

The room tilts lovely and slow and then, like the giddiness that follows a roller coaster’s crest, the dream slides toward the edge of the unbearable. I wake with my heart beating a verdict against my ribs and him on my mind like a recent note.

to drink, and drink, until I lost myself within the lush humidity of his chest hair. He smelled... honest. I grinned broadly and finally opened my eyes. Lying fast asleep, barely an inch in front of my lips, was the most beautiful example of masculinity I had ever witnessed: a golden knight among men. Last night had been a fever dream of heat and yearning, each of us tempting the other with our minds and our bodies, each of us in turn becoming more lost in that temptation. I remembered my hands roaming across his blushing skin - tracing along his triceps, his clavicle, feeling delighted by the warmth beneath them. My hands had quickly sought out the firmness of his throat, as though begging

Drawn like a moth to a flame, I tiptoe around to the other side, desperate for a glimpse of his unguarded expression in sleep. Even in the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, I can't make out his features clearly. Throwing caution to the wind, I shed my slippers and carefully slide beneath the covers, the cool sheets whispering against my skin. Scooting closer, I study the planes and angles of his face, so familiar yet still holding the power to steal my breath.

I stopped and gave him a death stare to see his reaction "Kimberly?" He asked I rolled my eyes... "What a player, try again" I shot my fiery eyes at him again "So... Sophie?" he started shaking "So you're a coward huh?" I pushed him against the wall and pressed my elbow on his neck "You're right! I was referring to Sophie, I'm Jacqueline, her cousin" "Please let me" Leonard cowered in fear "So easily? No! that's not fun" I smirked at him... I put my arms through my slit to my other leg and pulled out a knife from the holster tied to my thigh... "I vowed to find you and eliminate you and you made it easier for me"

“Even if I’m just your bartender, I am that man tonight, Astrid.” I hugged him back and I sighed. “I know, Ryder. I hope you know you’re not just a bartender to me. You’re my knight in shining armor.” “I’m not pretending, love,” he whispered gently. “I told you… I am yours tonight. And you are mine.” I sighed. “Yes. I am yours, Ryder.”

I lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. ”You don't know who I am but if you did you would understand.” I rushed out. ”I’m not rejecting you.” She lifted her chin, stuck in her way. Stubborn and defiant as I took in every detail of her face. Something in me melted away but I couldn't respond to the part of me that did. ”I, Amber Knight, accept-” ”Did you say Knight?” I cut her off, my eyes growing twice the size. ”You’re Amber Knight? The Alphas sister,” this couldn't be.