Your Majesty I Want You Novels & Stories

his majesty said. I sighed. “Your majesty… I can assure you that you already met the master, but you did not just feel the master’s presence… we are actually close to that person, but we cannot tell you where that person is right now,” I lied. “Can’t you at least persuade that person to help us? We need the real princess to save this empire,” he said and I can see in his eyes that he’s pleading to find the real princess and that he would do anything to find me.

Hindi ako nakinig rito at tiningnan ang madilim na asul na mga mata nito. "Nuh-uh." ngising aniya ko sabay angat ng kamay ko at pina daos-dos sa naka tiim bagang na bagang nito. It's perfect, really fucking perfect. Naramdaman ko namang hinawakan ako ito sa bewang umangat ang labi nitong naka titig sa 'kin. Napangisi ako. "Wanna play your Majesty?" nang aakit na tanong ko rito sabay lapit ng bibig ko sa tenga nito at kinagat, I lick it afterwards.

"Why do you need to go to shopping anyways?' she asked me as I held her arms as we walked inside the mall. "Well, my mom wants a new wardrobe for me. Since I have too many punky clothes which she hate. So she said and I quoted " buy new clothes , new style, new color not all black. Be feminine and girly!" She said to me exactly. Although I hated it that she wants to turn me into barbie. But anyway shopping is shopping might as well enjoy it!" I said as she laughed at me. "Hahahah.. Auntie really wants a total 160 degree change of you. Why do you like to wear black and make up so much anyway?" She asked me

Anaia’s fingers were etched on the back of her hand. “ I’ve heard great things about you, your majesty, I’m champing at the bit. I wish we could chew the fat but I’m afraid I have another meeting to catch back at Valiant. I’ll see you around your majesty.” Mauve responds with yet another forced smile tilting her head on the side. Just as Anaia turns away Sephie whispers to Mauve’s ears. “Not much of a talker are you?” her thick English accent mocking Anaia.

“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.

"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

“I want to know where you want me to stay beautiful.” Oh goddess help me!

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.”