The Honoured One Novels & Stories

he said with a glint in her tone. "I'm sorry sir, my mind was occupied somewhere" she bowed slightly. A chuckle made its way out of Ethan's mouth. There is something about her that fascinated him, How she talks calmly and respectful. He took slow steps towards her, with her hand cascaded down she didn't seem to notice the smirk on his lips. "I'm sorry sir," She said again. "Can you stop saying sorry for each small mistake and call me Ethan" "I have to apologize, it's my fault I wasn't watching where I was going" Ethan chuckled finding her words funny. He took a step forward which Serena was caught off guard. She needs to get out of the place as she doesn't want someone to see them.

Their names were etched into the walls of the tomb, a testament to their courage and unwavering devotion. Caleb's voice carried on, his words resonating with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "To the heroes who have come before us, whose selfless acts have preserved the peace and harmony of our realm, we honor your memory," he declared. "We strive to carry forth your legacy, to protect and guide our pack with the same unwavering dedication you displayed."

I thought they would insult us more harshly, but it looks like they have cooled off a bit. "And from the west side! The team willing to show the whole meaning of being a noble to these invaders!" "Aaaaaand there he goes again... Ugh..." "A bunch of heroes led by a man who is well-known by the shield of the sea horse!" And for living in the shadow of his father... "A promising soldier! The man whose actions speak louder than his words! Please give your support to the golden sword! Lord Opherio Al Dominus!" Contrary to our case, the multitude gathered into claps of appraisal and enjoyment.

Honour would obviously have high expectations from her as for what she knew. The throne was intimidating, leading madam towards it master's eyes were unbothered while he sat on the throne with his usual dominating aura first before making his woman sit next to him closely while holding her hand, gentlemanly. Master's Grandfather approached the royal pair with his eyes deep. Taking a scroll and handling it to the new bride emotionlessly he stood near the throne beside them. Unfurling the scroll, madam's oath was written on it. "I, Genelia Alejandro Garcia respecting the royal ancestors who previously once vowed to protect this throne with their mights, grant this title of honour with both my

Celebrating achievements. "Senhor Dante Moretti. Recognized for extraordinary humanitarian contribution. Through the Isabela Foundation. Supporting single mothers and vulnerable children. Through international partnerships. Expanding impact globally. Through personal transformation. Demonstrating redemption is possible. Change is achievable. Good can emerge from darkness. Portugal honors your service. Your contribution. Your example. Your transformation. We present you. The Order of Prince Henry. Our highest civilian recognition. Our deepest gratitude. Our profound respect." The medal. Heavy. Beautiful. Historic. Representing centuries of Portuguese recognition. Of service acknowledged. Of c

Instead gestures for me to sit. “Proceed,” he says the minute we are seated. Varrin bows slightly and turns to the room. “Pack, we are honored to have you all here this evening. The Alpha honors us with his presence as well—and his chosen Luna.” Applause follows, polite and unexpectedly hollow. I smile because that’s what’s expected, though it feels like showing my throat. But left with no choice, I do it anyway. And just then, a lady walks in as all heads turn in her direction.

He introduced. Chandler. His name is Chandler. But he looks nothing like a Chandler. He seems fine... too fine. Maybe it's the way he wears clothes. It could be the material. It could be the bodyguards... I don't know. He had something familiar. He's probably as old as Liam. But I did miss something about this man. "I am Honour," I murmured taking his hand, afraid of what my brother would think. Considering my history, no one trusts me. Nothing new would happen about the trust issue with Travis.

But I don't let it show. Above us again, the commentator's voice booms with the magically amplified sound. “Honoured guests, and esteemed families and representatives of the Federation, please rise for the arrival of her Lunar Highness, Princess Lyra Lionstead.” The crowd rises in reverence, and she steps into view like she owns the light.

All I could see was Ace's eyes, which were empty, void. "It's an honour to watch you, Ace", a man cheered from the crowd, making Kai grin proudly. An honour, an honour, an honour. An honour, an honour, an honour. An honour, an honour, an honour. An honour, an honour, an honour. An honour, an honour, an honour. An honour, an honour, an honour. What does that word even mean to people anymore? An honour to watch a innocent ggirl'slife be taken. Multiple women's lives tawere ken. I was going to break.

someone shouted, the entrance of the hall was opened by 2 elf warriors, then dozens of elf warriors appeared with Noe in the midst of them. "Your Honour!" Downer and Harnes immediately knelt down and it turned out that Uncle Ronald was kneeling too. "How much influence did they have for a King of some empire to kneel at him?" I said to Erin while standing with her. "They are known throughout the world, how could they not be respected by the King of this remote kingdom," said Erin arrogantly while walking slowly towards Noe with me. "Aldho, kneel before Dewi Danirmala!" Uncle Ronald whispered furiously to me.