Option B Novels & Stories

“Does my grandmother approve of this match?” “She suggested it,” Troy said, his voice cold, calm, and deadly. “I don’t need her permission to mate one of my wolves to another.” No one spoke, apart from Harold. “You’ll make a fine mate, and I’ll treat you decently,” he said. “Thank you, King Harold,” Troy went on, “for your assistance tonight. We will take our leave.” “Remember our agreement.” “My word is my bond,” Troy said and leaned into the car to pop the boot.

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I mentally facepalmed myself. Anika and I didn’t raise our hands up because it was stupid, hence we were not adding to the vote, but even with our hands down, Clord, Feryt, and Gordius had already won the poll. They were the majority. 3 Vs 2. I looked at Feryt now and she shrugged, communicating to me that she wanted this argument to end as much as I did— and this was the only way. I looked away from her in my annoyance.

Grayson said quietly. The Queen leaned over and took her younger son’s hand. “You will like Lady Abigail. You are the same age, and I hear she’s a very kind and pretty child.” “I don’t care if she is part troll,” the King replied. “You will marry who I tell you to marry. You as well, Dupont. Marcus and Sarah haven’t been on their thrones very long either, and an alliance between our countries will strengthen us both.” He smiled a smile that made Grayson uncomfortable. “They sent their champion to put me on the throne. They need to acknowledge their choice.”

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In the end, I smiled and nodded. I just hadn't expected Nathan to find me in Holnia. Chris and I had just finished trying on wedding dresses when we saw Nathan standing under the large tree across the street. He wore a simple white shirt. His hair was tousled, his face pale, and his eyes devoid of light. His gaze lingered briefly on our joined hands before quickly shifting away. Nathan forced a smile and looked at me. "Lois, I've come to take you home. We don't have to wait until next year. Let's go back and remarry, okay?"

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

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"I know you work here and it's your job to sell, but seriously, do we look like we've got money to waste? Even you wouldn't buy that dress fifteen ninety nine, that's crazy!" "But miss, that's a-" "Thank you for your assistance," Jason said holding Amanda's hands as he walked away. "You are too kind Jennifer." "Are you sure we shouldn't check out another boutique?" Amanda said. "You're right," Jason nodded. "The things in here cost an arm and a leg, what's this place anyways, Boutique El la rich?" "What was that?" Amanda laughed at Jason's attempt to speak French. He shrugged with a pout and they began to walk away.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off