Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

I parted my lips to answer but she cut in. "You know what? I don't want to know–" I frowned at that statement but Kate didn't notice. She hit my shoulder playfully. "You lucky bitch. No, I think I should stop calling you, Belle–" my brows furrowed. "Mrs. Trevelyan is better. No, we that sounds old. Mrs. Ivan Trevelyan is better. Christ, the wedding is coming up soon. I'm going to be the chief bridesmaid. Holy, you don't even have a dress–"

She turns to run. The forest barrier flares. Magic crashes through the air. Wind howls. The trees pulse with silver light. She can’t escape. Her hair lifts with the energy. Her eyes widen. The forest responds to her. It recognizes her. My breath stops. Silver blood. Moonborn. The lost princess. And she doesn’t even know. She turns back to me, terrified. “W-what was that?” I step toward her slowly, reverently. “You,” I whisper, “are not human.”

Victoria was greeted almost immediately. Marissa yawned and collected the bottle of water Victoria was handing to her. “I still can't believe what happened last night. How did Bella ever think of returning here, and worst of all is that she claims to be married to my brother. I really don't know what to think anymore.” Marissa shared her displeasure in meeting Bella again. Victoria was not interested in the conversation because she was more bothered about the secret she and her mother were trying to hide.

“I’m sorry, little bro.” “It’s fine,” Felix smiled. “It’s not like it’s your fault or anything.” There was a short awkward silence before Felix broke it by asking, “Who am I getting married to anyways? It’s not an old man, is it?” “No no,” Jo replied quickly, glad he was at least interested in knowing who it was. “Oliver. Oliver Finn.” “What’s that?” “HE is one of the youngest and most successful billionaires around here,” Joanna gushed. “He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.”

"Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Eklane. He wishes to have a seat with you at his table at the set of your own time. Mistress of Lyle Villa." "A seat with me at the king's table?" Questioned I in wonder. "It's a pleasure to share a meal with his majesty King Joseph Duskwick III. You have to agree to his call and in response, write a letter back to him with a set date." Derived Edward from his belief. "Let's have lunch please and I will provide a feedback late

He walks up to me and embrace me from behind Britany stood staring at herself in the mirror, she was wearing a beautiful wedding dress and couldn't stop smiling at her self while friends comes to her dressed and they all embraces her . “Let’s go to the church I can’t wait to be with my heartthrob” she says happily and her phone rings and she picks her cellphone on the dresser and she looks on the screen of the phone and it was My heart, that was the name she used in saving her husband to be on the screen and she picks the call “Hello my heart” she says in a soft tone. “Hello my Love” Manuel Stephens says to Evelyn. Manuel Stephens is the billionaire heir of the Stephens Empire, he is the one

"That's why I called, you know what just happened the last time we did this dance, She conquered us all in a blink. We need to re-strategise and think before we decide anything against her again." "What do you mean?" The door barged open. "Hi lovelies!!" Marcella walked in and shrieked, hugging Collette and giving Tyson a quick kiss on the lips. "I missed you both, I just had to endure being away for days so that I will look totally innocent when I'm going to claim the throne. It would give your mother enough insight not to suspect me at all." She said so happily and I cursed. She looked so anxious to be with me as my Queen and I couldn't grant that because of one little witch!

He knew I meant no harm. I reached my hand out again and smiled. “I’m Adrian Thompson.” “Eunice Morgan.” As soon as she said her name, it hit me. Of course. Her. Who didn’t know that name? I studied her more closely. How had I missed it before? She was on-screen often. Popular even if she didn’t seek attention. Women across England idolized her. A wealthy woman with humility. Her story was no secret. Married to Tyler Cooper—the man who mistreated her. She left him, rebuilt her life, and became something he never imagined: a force of her own.

The taste was watered down somehow by the wrong company. If only my civil upbringing didn’t forbid me to tell her to shut her face. Queen Belinda sighed into her cup. As she put it down, her eyes crossed with another. She looked eager to say something. “Lady Maribel, you seem to have something on your mind.” Queen Belinda prompted. The young blond, recently married to a count, nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty. Speaking of children, I think-” Lady Maribel paused to correct herself. She was still young and inexperienced in court life. But Queen Belinda found her boldness charming.