The Musketeers Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What about his efforts, his loyalty? “You promised to have his head rolling on the floor.” Lucas said to Baron. “And now, everything has changed. I'm not going to do that again.” “I will take my leave.” Lucas said while he turned towards the door. “Have a nap.” Musk said to him, and he stopped but then presses his hands hard on the doorknob and pushed. Musk smiles like an idiot. “He thinks he is wise, but I'm wiser than he does.” This scene happens at queen Miranda kingdom.

They were my immediate family and we had kept each other happy through all our pains and heartaches. “The three musketeers, aren’t they cute?” Billy was standing behind Ann with his famous grin on his face and his arms folded over his chest. “There is nothing cute about us. We are more like Charlie’s angels but way more bad ass.” Ann spoke over her shoulder. “You watch too much TV, Ann.” Maria giggled. “There’s nothing else to do around here since you won’t let me drink.”

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

“Excuse us! Hahahaha!“ She laughed and bumped her shoulder on Mukgu’s. Mukgu couldn’t do anything about it. She thinks that they were right, she is just a commoner. But her love for Blake will never end. At the cafeteria, Mukgu is alone at a small table. She is fixing her love letter using scotch tapes. “Yes! Only one piece of paper left!” She happily said. But Chichi’s group saw her. “Oh, the commoner girl Mukgu! Over there!” Suzette said to Chichi. Chichi smirks when she sees Mukgu from afar, “Okay girls! Let’s go.” Mukgu is about to put the last piece of paper but Chichi snatches her love letter.

" We have been stylish musketeers for times. I allowed I'd earn some respect." I mumbled. He watched me, his eyes were fluttering between black and his dark blue bones . He was fighting control and I did not know if that was a good or bad thing. Eros could be pissed off about the way he is acting towards me or he could push through, take over and mark me. I called Athena forward, I knew my eyes would match his. Two little black balls. A low warning scowl hummed from my casket." Stop!" I barked. His eyes faded back to his colour and he rolled his eyes. " So it's a no?" He chortled. I glared at him, unbosoming my doggies that had stretched. He stepped back with recreation on his face. " I will

Crystal took a quiet breath, released her grip, and began. Time moved differently in the Plain of the Three Musketeers. This was not a poetic observation; it was a technical one. One hour in the real world stretched into something far longer here—a property of the pocket dimension that Danial had initially resisted, then accepted with the weary pragmatism of someone who had long since run out of energy to be shocked by the impossible.

“Did you think one of the stones falling on our land?” She took the cup from the table surface, arched her eyebrows while taking a stare behind her cup rim at Moustache. She saw Moustache was taking a long deep inhale. “I feel yes…as you said he is in your castle…and the bracelet…it won’t be able to take away from your wrist, right?” He turned his face to Celestine. She nodded, placed the cup back on the table. “I saw something magical…when we saw Jacques was chased by some fierce men…his friends and members of his musical opera were murdered and their caravans were robbed by them…”

If I were stronger since long ago, then Milady and my life wouldn't be this messed up. "Merri?! What are you doing here?" Fuschia approached Merri, looking happy at the top of a tree. “Milady! I did it! I burn that bastard!” “Gre- great job, girl. But don't push yourself as you're still recovering, Merri." “Of course! Hahahaha, this is fun. What about you, milady? Uh? Your head is bleeding!” Merri almost jumped from her position to get closer to the flying Fuschia.

Mikhail jested, bobbing his eyebrows at me while his lips pursed into a grin. Alexei slapped the back of Mikhail’s head and pushed his face away using his palm. “Are you crazy? You call yourself my best friend and you are so dumb asking something like that?” Mikhail pouted and gazed at Yelena asking for help. Yelena then looked away to tease Mikhail, which worked when he flared at her. I laughed at their reaction and glaced over at Irino, who began to stare at Svetlana. I knew Alexei also caught that but chose to ignore it since he didn’t want to ruin the mood. And I had another reason for tolerating it because I was saving my strength for later. Going to the Muck is the first appearance I a

“Shut the screens! Turn off the cameras in the kitchen,” Marco hurriedly ordered. The men all scrambled to cut the signal. Flustered, Marco took a bottle of water and downed it once the cameras had been cut. “Ehm, ehem…” one of the men cleared his throat. “Looks like young master Accardi will be arriving sooner than episode 25.” He jested with a serious expression that just made the joke even funnier. Laugher erupted. Even the stern Marco couldn’t help chuckling a bit.