Novel & Cerita The Selection Stories: The Prince And The Guard

A bodyguard ventured to answer. "Don't worry. Go back and tell the king that I sent you back," said Prince Xander. The guards were silent. "Prince, let us do our job. We are loyal to the king and we will not betray our king." Another bodyguard said. "Dante, get ready. We will fight. You must focus on saving the dream fortune teller. I will take care of the guards." Prince Xander whispered to Dante. "I also want that dream fortune teller. I'm sorry if I have to take it by force." When they heard Prince Xander's words, all the bodyguards immediately moved quickly to take out their swords and took their ready positions. The wolf beside Prince Xander let out a long howl, then jumped up and stood

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

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“He’s Leah’s Alpha. He’s taking responsibility for her and representing the Blackstone Pack.” We sat in chairs in the front row with the Royal family. The room quickly filled until there were no empty seats. A guard entered the room and went directly to the King, who nodded and pointed at me. The guard approached me. “Are you next of kin?” I nodded. “Would you like to join the prisoner in the chamber?” To my surprise, I nodded again and rose to my feet without fainting. I followed the guard out of the room and through an armored door further along down the hall. Leah was waiting between two guards, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. “Chloe?”

his manhood still stiff but he could not have a chance to use it for his pleasure before the guards were coming. The young prince quickly made himself look decent and faced the guards who were waiting outside the cell. The guards bowed before the prince, then one of them began to speak, “Prince Aiden, I heard someone was getting rape,” another then added, “the scream was coming from this way, my Lord.” “It’s a hoax made by Patrick and his neighbor Jeremiah.” Aiden answered, “There was no rape, just a bunch of liars and crazy people.” The guards looked at each other, they seemed to doubt the prince’s explanation, but they did not dare to object.

The bloodied werewolf that fucked me in a cave last week could not be the same man I saw before me now — a stately royal with perfect posture, neat hair, and chiseled cheekbones. But, I remembered, the stranger’s features had been swollen from his injuries. Maybe I had touched those cheekbones when they were buried under bruises. I couldn’t be sure. # The selection party was like a pageant. The girls took the stage for only a few minutes each, walking slowly to show off their bodies. The prince watched from below center stage, with his attendants seated beside and behind him. Some of us passed through our turns quickly. Others showed off talents, offering short performances for the crowd. On

“Aha! I told her the romantic story of the time a simple brave Prince saved a young handsome man from a group of bandits. I call the story ‘Love at First Sight’. Wanna hear it?” The ears of the servants who were standing by the door perked up. The beautiful human Prince was going to tell a story? They definitely had to listen to this! Heavens had blessed their ears! To hear a story from the beautiful human Prince himself! They would brag about it to the other servants! Everyone focused on Prince Ron, ready to hear his story. Zedekiel even fixed Ron's pillows and wiped his berry stained lips with a handkerchief, making sure Ron was comfortable before starting.

And then I said to him: “Are you kidding me?? Are they kidding me??” I laughed almost hysterically, clapping again and the guard was lost. “I don’t understand, my prince,” he said. “Is that Noure I’m seeing??” I asked, eyes still wide. The guard looked out the door and tried to make out who was sitting far in the middle of the field. “Yes, my Prince. That’s Sir Noure and miss Saïda,” he replied. “So, I’m not imagining things!” I laughed sarcastically and the men were still lost.

He only gives the guard a silent treatment with dimming orbs. "Now, now! This treatment wouldn't happen to you if you didn't kill the King's beloved daughter." The guard spouts while looking ahead on the pathway, dragging the Prince by his hair. Groaning, Prince Alphonso feels the tightness of his clutch in his hair. He tries to wriggle his body to resist the grip. Furthermore, he tries to recall in his mind. Which Lady this guard is talking about? He didn't kill one of his candidates. It was Helena from the Hangey Kingdom.

Raeyan asked. “They said that they want us to help them find two people.” The two answered. “They are the Guardian of the Gate and her younger brother. They told us that the guardian of the Gate plotted against the princess because she wanted her lover Rayven to usurp the throne so she can become the queen of the kingdom and her brother be the prince.” They explained. “And we really saw the kingdom was frozen…” they muttered. “That’s preposterous!” Lovis said as he glared at them. “My sister would never betray the princess! The kingdom!” he said.