The Warlord's Lovely Prize の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t worry about her. She stood in the way of your treatment. I couldn’t let that go unpunished, so I taught her a lesson. She’ll be back soon.” Emma hesitated. “Alright, but I’m a little worried about her.” Benjamin pulled her into his arms, reassuring her gently. “You’re too kind, Emma. That’s why someone like Lisa could take advantage of you and be so cruel.” … Emma’s recovery was supposed to be a reason for celebration, a moment of pure joy. To mark the occasion, Benjamin decided to auction off part of his private collection and donate the proceeds to charity. Naturally, that drew a large crowd.

Her free hand found my wrist and she tugged me to a corner so that she wouldn’t have to strain for me to hear her. “It’s always like that.” Even here she still yelled because of how loud they were. She leaned away, “There’s always a big celebration after a successful raid.” “Ah, I see.” I nodded understanding why there was suddenly enough food. The kitchen woman didn’t get hysterical this time over food. “For them after a successful raid, they treat themselves. Consider it as a trophy. Food, exquisite wine and lots of women to fuck is the trophy.” That was sick, I scrunched my nose. “Just because they are soldiers?”

But standing there, looking at Sabrina with her cheap knockoff bag, low-end makeup, and a fresh-faced look that said she was probably still in college, something in me loosened. Only someone this young and unworldly would treasure a man like Percy. There were plenty of men in the world. Letting her have one who couldn't stay faithful cost me nothing at all. Sabrina clearly hadn't expected me to stay calm in the face of her provocation. The smile on her face froze. Her gaze dropped to the glass of water in my hand. She lunged forward, snatched it away, and flung the water straight onto me. "Who wants your water? Don't act all high and mighty with me. This house might not even be yours much lo

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

" The air went dead silent. Vanessa and Ryan both turned pale, trembling in fear. She took a step forward, seemingly still trying to argue. But the next second- Wham. My father furiously threw the documents at Vanessa, his voice cold to the bone. "Ms. Sloane, how much longer do you intend to lie?" Then he walked to the raffle box and picked up the slips of paper from the table. Prize one: Evan Russell's $300,000 year-end bonus. Prize two: Evan Russell's vice president position. Prize three: a public three-minute French kiss with CEO Vanessa Sloane. ... Crack.

“Although he rejected me earlier, just being so close to him and having a conversation with him—his indifferent smile, his charming voice—it’s all moving me so deeply.” “Too bad, he’s already married. If he was single, we might still have hope.” Orchid sighed and said, “As long as Supreme Warrior wishes it, I’ll do anything for him. I really wish to bear his child and be his woman! Life will be worth living being the woman behind him!” “Yes, he’s married, but perhaps you can be his mistress? I know a warlord that just came home for a month and already got himself three wives. It can’t be helped. They’re way too charming!”

He cradled his right hand to his chest and winced. Prince Rhobart put the point of the blunt sword at the base of Galian’s neck, smirked, and said in a loud tone, “I win.” Then he threw the sword to the ground, turned around, and left the tournament. “The prince of Nordmar, prince Rhobart is the winner,” her father announced in a grim voice. Ayla put Kerra on the ground and bolted after prince Rhobart. “Prince Rho! Wait!” she yelled as she ran. Kerra rushed after her. “Prince Rho!” she yelled once more.

I didn’t know this announcement was going to be about me specifically. “Through the bravery of those willing to risk their lives to protect our Princess,” he gestures to Dominic, Tialha, Buppig and Hyacinth, “our Princess prevailed and the trolls have risen from the earth, just as the prophecy predicted.” He waits until the cheering dies down. “As you all know, your Prince has been out fighting against Lorelai for months. We know that she has gone dark and I have sent additional soldiers to Prince Aolis so that we can launch an offensive attack against her. While I am always against fighting and war, Lorelai directly attacked our Princess and that cannot be allowed to go unanswered. The prop

I can't help but fear for the mortal, even though the dear Goddess will not abandon him, his body is not used to this kind of combat. A few minutes later, the battle warden entered through a door and stood in the center, bowing to the kings and queens who were present. "Greetings to the cherished and respected queens and kings of the various kingdoms; we will now witness a private tournament to win the hand of the adored princess Vreihya Amely Zecillion!" the warden's loud droning signaled the start of the duel, which increased my uneasiness.

he growled. I had not forgotten. ‘I will be forced to kill you or take you where you lie if you insist on fighting’. I became acutely aware of my flimsy dressing gown splayed open from the movement, exposing my royal blue lace push-up bra and matching panties. His eyes flicked down to follow my gaze and he sighed appreciatively. “Yes...you were most definitely worth the trouble. A fitting trophy of war”.