Rags To Royalty Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Over my dead body.” The next day, Roy woke up early, waiting for Bryan to leave for the office before dressing up. He chose his clothes carefully, mindful of Sean’s warnings. He had to dress like a prince because his father was the old-fashioned sort. In the end, he selected a tailored suit of navy blue with a white dress shirt and a matching tie, paired with polished black dress shoes. Roy styled his hair neatly, allowing a few locks to frame his face. He hoped he looked like a prince – a sensible one since what he was about to tell the Bottega pack leader would not sound sensible at the start.

“I am the first king our world has ever seen. For years, our people have always had alphas. I used to be one of them. Just an alpha defending his borders. Until... something happened. An event that made me much more powerful than any other alpha in history. Now, they are all afraid and jealous of what I became.” “What happened to you?” His eyes snapped back to mine, filled with sorrow. “That is the greatest tragedy of my life, Lyra. And it is not a story for today.” Before I could demand more, Raguel reached into his leather portfolio and pulled out a stack of papers—printed emails and handwritten letters. He slid them across the mahogany table toward me.

His royal father is arrogant and greedy for power, but he tends to ignore that the power to rule the kingdom needs the cooperation of its citizens the most. But, as the son of his royal father, Crown Prince Rogeus has never birthed any thoughts of taking the throne with dishonest ways. He wanted to wait for his royal father to spend his time in ruling the kingdom, and wait for his old age to snuff out his greed, but he did not expect that one ancient scroll that he took back to gift to his royal father would amount to so much massacre and deaths. He only thought about his royal father’s liking of ancient treasures and things, and did not even check the content of the ancient scroll.

** It was the next day and my favorite thing about today was the fact that I looked nothing like a stinky ragged Rogue. I felt fresh and smelt nice in contrast to the filth I once was. I had asked the maids to wash me for ten consecutive times in a roll and it was only then that I dismissed them. I was dressed in one of my Queenly dresses, a purple and lilac ball gown, and showered with the most blissful fragrances there was. I was back to bring Queen But as much as I felt colorful and lively today, there was nothing to be happy about. A war was coming and that dented every color that was in the atmosphere.

“Listen to me. They will try to call a trial. They will try to demand your exile or your blood as recompense for Alaric. But they forget one thing.” He leaned in, his forehead pressing against hers. “I am the King. And I do not negotiate with ashes.” “Ragnar, if you protect me now, you lose the Ridge. You lose the Eastern Plains. You’ll be a King of nothing but ghosts.” “Then I will be a King of ghosts,” he growled, his scent of cedar and storm-clouds flaring with dominance. “I would rather rule a graveyard with you than a paradise without you.” A sharp knock at the door interrupted them.

He was one of the best rank ten Rulers in the Corvus Empire, but he didn't even survive a single hit from Rags! There was only one reason for that—the rumors were true, and Rags was really a Demi-Sword Monarch! Oars, Tiotr, and Baldi all watched in shock as Rags took another step forward, and the wooden sword smacked them in the mouth in an instant! The very air around them seemed to quake as they were all sent flying again, their teeth falling off and their blood flushing! All the bounty hunters could only watch, frozen in fear. And suddenly, Caleb himself was in front of Oars and shoved his foot on his throat!

Ragaleon was seated elegantly inside, his legs crossed elegantly, a nonchalant countenance etched on his face. Racheal was in her room when her personal maid, Rosa, came to inform her about the king's arrival. "My lady, King Ragaleon has returned from his journey."Racheal was knitting some yarn, but when she heard what her maid said, the knitting needles were swiftly dropped in a small basket beside the rocky chair she was sitting on. Racheal's curly hair was let down, her green emerald eyes hidden under dark short lashes. She was wearing a green gown; it matches her eyes. A diamond necklace was embellished on her neck, and a coral hairpin was pinned to a side of her hair.

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

They were so confused. “The rogue kingdom always had a cloak around it but years back the cloak became weak and was about to collapse. No one knew why suddenly. All the witches brought to enforce it were weak, they died in the process. King Agnus approached one of the original covens.” I pulled in air, the words seeming to just spring out of my mouth.

"You should know it, even if you don't like it." "Say it." "The pack she's building — it's not going unnoticed. Not by us, not yet, but word travels. Rogues talk to other rogues. If she keeps taking in strays the way she's taking them in, it won't stay quiet two states over forever. Other Alphas are going to hear there's a woman building something out there that doesn't answer to anyone, and some of them aren't going to be as patient as you're trying to learn to be."