روايات وقصص ضمن Your Majesty I Want You

“Hmm, my son, the prince is in Veirsalles. Surely, you know what that means do you?” The young lord raised his head up as his father sat amply at the back of his horse. He gave his father a clever look as if noting an understanding of what his father had just said. “Do not forget though, His Majesty seems to be fond of the princess. Her virtue is the one thing he wants to remain untouched,” Midas firmly reminded him intimidating his son in response. “You know I want her father, and Garlow is the only one standing between that thought and her,” Cain replied while crossing his arms.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

“Your Majesty!” Your Majesty? The busy hands that filled my body suddenly lost their activity, as one of the maids suddenly prostrated herself in front of me. Actually resting her head on the floor, kowtowing to someone. 'But they're not kowtowing to me, are they? And what the hell was that? They're calling me Your Highness?' I thought absurdly. “A Luna's orders are my orders too. What will you do if that corset hurts our future baby? Would you be able to bring forth a new offspring greater than her?”

"If this is what you want." I walked to the center of the room, my heart heavy in my chest, every step feeling like a betrayal of myself. The slow, romantic rhythm of music began playing softly in the background, mocking the tension in the air. I stood there, the weight of their eyes on me suffocating, but I forced myself to move. I hated every second of it. With each movement, I felt the fire of my anger burning brighter. This wasn’t just about stripping; this was about control, power, and the sickening realization of how far Nathan was willing to go. And for what? For this deal? For Don Chappo’s approval?

"I have to find a way to turn off my brain." "Why? So you can be like the rest of us?" She dropped her hands to her side. "Yes. I want to be a regular girl." "Sorry. You're stuck being special." She loved him so much it hurt. She wanted him to think she was more than his best friend's kid sister. She wanted him to see her as a woman. Right, and while she was having a fantasy moment... maybe he could see her as a beautiful woman he ached for. As if!

🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul🎶 🎶I know that you are something special To you, I'd be always faithful I want to be what you always needed Then I hope you'll see the heart in me🎶 🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul You're the one I want to chase You're the one I want to hold I won't let another minute go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul Your beautiful soul, yeah🎶 -- FREY

It was deeper, like light falling down a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. “Speak carefully,” he said. “Oh, I will. Every syllable wrapped in velvet.” I stepped closer, ignoring the scold of my body. “You don’t want obedience. You want inevitability. You want the thing that won’t bend until you make it. You want a storm that comes for you, no matter how you command the sky.” Silence, thick as oil. I smiled, baring a little tooth. “Congratulations, Your Majesty. You found her.”

*Thrust* “Yes, Your Majesty~” *Thrust* “Ugh~” I groaned. My fist hitting the sheets hard, as his cock ground into me, hitting the base of my womb hard and rough, It felt so good, and I wanted more. “Say it, Penelope.” He groaned, his voice thick with demand. And may the goddess be damned, my body was already this man’s property to defile. I do not care whatever he does to me any more. “I am his Majesty...Ugh~” my words broke through rough breathing, “his majesty~”

“Anyone would be. You want to find out more information about it?” I’m nodding before he finishes his question. “I think it’ll help me come to terms with everything a little more.” “Then, we’ll find out whatever you want.” My lips curl into a smile as I stare up at Maxwell. It's taken me a while to come to terms with becoming their Luna, but now, I want nothing more. “Remember when we were talking about a coronation? Well, I want to have one. I want it to be official.” Maxwell stops and turns me around to face him. “Baby, I want to put you on my throne and call you my queen.”

“Then what other way should I beg for her majesty’s forgiveness?” She pinched my nipple, and I moaned out a breath, a jolt shooting up my spine. I planted my hand above her head, my other hand still on her ass as I leaned into her, my face above hers, as I panted, “Tell me, majesty.” “I'm majesty now?” she asked with a small smile, her voice teasing. I kissed the top of her nose. “In my eyes you’re everything. Tomorrow you might be an empress. So tell.”