Marquess Novels & Stories

Samantha muttered hesitantly. "You won't know until you put it on, Your Highness," the maid insisted. Samantha bit her lip, thought about it for a short time, and then asked the girl to help her get dressed. When she was ready, there was still time for the guests to start arriving, but she wasn't expecting any of them, Samantha was eager to see the carriage with the insignia of the Marquesado de Borja, to meet Marcus. When the Kingsguard announced the arrival of the Marquis and his heir, Samantha's heart raced, she bit her lip, her hands sweated, as she waited, feigning serenity to greet her fiancé.

A few heads turned in their direction. "Would you keep your voice down please."Bruno told her. "The day I thought would never arrive has finally came and you want me to keep my voice down.Everyone deserves to know Miami's hottest businessman is about to get married,this will be wedding of the year.Only the best designers and wedding planners will be hired to organise this event."Sage's head was spinning at hearing Camille's words,she's hardly agreed to married Bruno and already there's such havoc about them getting married she better talk to him before this whole situation gets blown out of proportion and come tomorrow it would be in every newspaper and on every channel,if this fake news rea

A few feet from where he stood, quite looking like the alpha king he was, in his dark leather royal cloak. Meeting his cold gaze, Iver could sense his resentment, bubbling intensely beneath his stoic expression. A resentment he knew was due to his identity. “I never knew traitors were allowed in the palace”. Faiz said to no one in particular, but his tone was ice-like. Eyes on Iver, who seemingly didn’t let his words get to him. “We can’t continue to allow the past to hinder the stability of the throne and your position. He is a good fit for the position, regardless of his family background”. Monrique, one of the elders, spoke up, his eyes flickering briefly to Iver’s direction.

Claude queried puzzledly. "I'm just curious," Cassian said with a chuckle. "The first is Nero Salazar, the war hero of the northern frontier. He commands an army of a million soldiers and wields a great deal of power. He once single-handedly massacred five thousand of the enemy's forces, proving his bravery and invincible force. Because of that, His Majesty granted him the title of Marquis!

I hugged him again. "He doesn't hate you, he's just upset. We will talk to him later, okay?" He nodded and smiled. "Alright, let me just get my clothes and then I'll get yours too. I should pack up Alan's and Maya's clothes too, right?" "Those are not their real clothes, they wear more fancy clothes. Alan's papa is a Marquess." A Marquess? I had no idea how those titles are placed; I didn't even know what they meant.

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

She sucked in a deep breath when her eyes landed on his thin lips. How could she forget how they taste. Champagne focus... She mentally scolded her self, reminding herself why she was here in the first place. "I... " She whispered, lowering her eyes. Her heart thudded loudly. "Am here to return this Sir ..." "Nikolai " his deep voice made her eyes look up in confusion. " My name " He added, closing the file in his arms "and you need that money. " Champagne stood still, it's like words had just disappeared deep in her throat.

The Marquess appears to have picked up on her intentions right away. "...Are you implying that you wanted me to support the second prince, His Highness Azazel?" He arched his brow at her, and she could see he was staring at her with intense eyes. Marquess Evans was a stoic figure who supported the Imperial Family, especially the Crown Prince. He has a strong presence and a well-established family with no scandals. However, Verena understands how much he values his three sons who were sent to war in the past. Even the youngest, who was only 15 years old at the time, was ordered to war.

It was the Duc de Bourbon, the cousin of the king. He was tall and skinny, as wilted as a bean plant in a drought. His ill-fitting blue velvet suit was ornamented with a mauve sash to match the mauve stockings on his twig-thin legs. His ostentatious powdered wig and his milky-white face were both exceptionally ugly.

He still can't forget the look of betrayal in Amber's eyes when she had asked him that a Queen like her would be suitable for his breeding whore's position. Darach was indeed an idiot. "You called her a vile creature, you mocked her origin no actually you made it clear that how much you loathe the fact that your mate's a witch. You even proudly declared that you want to keep her as your breeding whore." Connor snarled those words at Darach as if they tasted foul in his mouth.