The Selection Stories: The Prince And The Guard Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

Dylan said it in surprise. She quickly turned to the person next to her. "Prince?" "Yes, he is a prince. The prince of Paradise Castle, Prince Franco," Dylan answered. She looked from head to toe at the prince next to her. "That's why I'm wondering about what he's wearing because it seems elegant and suitable for him, even if it's just ordinary clothes. He's a prince, and he's also the one telling General Agustin about the prince who wears ordinary clothes. The general was right. Those who see him will think and ask if he is a servant or not," she said in her mind.

"That's right. The Crown Prince of the royal family was so polite and considerate just now, but now he is so cruel and horrible. I hope it's our illusion!" Everyone was uneasy. After all, the crown prince of the royal family would be the emperor of the White Deer Kingdom. If what they thought was true, then it was definitely not a good thing! However, the imperial guard's expression greatly changed as he hurriedly said, "Spare me, please spare me, Your Highness, and give me a chance to redeem myself..." "It's too late!" Without saying a word, the crown prince raised his hand and cut off the guard's waist!

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, you should be at the selection so that you can finally be useful in a way you useless wench.” He snapped with another hit and I screamed. The selection… He was right, today was the Luna Selection. Every unmated girl in the pack had been practically ordered to attend in case the prince showed interest in them, but honestly, I couldn’t care less about any stupid royal selection. It was not like I could ever be chosen as the Luna; I almost laughed at the thought. I wasn’t even permitted to move freely and I knew the Luna selection wasn’t a place for people like me.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

the priest announced. Liana cradled the baby, blushing with pride, waiting for Kaelen to place the sacred amulet of succession around the infant's neck. In the moment Kaelen hesitated, the temple doors were thrown open with a powerful force. "Wait!" A collective gasp went through the crowd. Everyone turned excitedly, expecting to see the drama of a scorned mate. But the figure standing silhouetted against the light was a courier in a uniform, sweating and out of breath.

There are too many princes and princesses and she rarely goes out openly; the king’s rule states that every prince or princess must bring the guards along if he or she ever steps foot beyond the palace grounds. The auctioneer who is standing on the stage has a set of features different from other staff Elysia has seen so far: he looks refined, at least outwardly, and perfectly at home on the stage. The staff leads them towards the front row, bowing all along the way. “I can perfectly walk on my own,” Elysia grits out in a whisper to Kannax whose hand is now on the small of her back between her wings, his sharp long nails almost piercing her shirt.

The guard made a swiping motion with one finger, and then stood and moved toward the princes. “I’m going to need your signature, my Lords.” The man held the rectangle out to Jayce expectantly. Jayce turned to the other two princes, who just shrugged in return. Jayce took the proffered rectangle and stared down at it. There was a small likeness of himself, and his name emblazoned on the screen. He’d not come into contact with this form of technology before. He’d seen televisions and mobile phones within the Smythe clan he’d stayed with for a few years during the exchange program. But this was new. And unusual. “Just, kind of…press your thumb right here.” The guard indicated a small square on

Grandpa introduced me while he didn't care to look up from the documents he was scanning. This was the airhead prince Giselle told me about. She was prancing all around him, calling for attention, but his guards kept her at a distance. The Prince looked up, "I see you got one more mouth to feed now. Is that what is causing these lapses?"

The story teller eventually gave up. "Are you sure?" "Yes, your highness!" The prince nodded but it appeared more like a warning—that once the story teller changed his mind, he'd never hesitate to hand him down to the king himself. "I'm here!" Prince Zaeius responded. And within a snap, two of his soldiers came running. As the story teller saw them, he quickly hid the satchel behind him, where he had put the books in. "I need your clothes," Prince Zaeius said to the shorter soldier.