Your Majesty Is Annoying Novels & Stories

The flowing floral printed jacket completed the look making me look and feel pretty. "I'm trying to get your mind off the stress you're dealing with" El said heading to the changing room. I hummed not believing her. We both knew this was more for herself than for me. El couldn't shop for herself mostly because she wouldn't be able to lift all the bags of clothes she got. I headed over to the pile of clothes lying on the chair before picking up a dress to try out.

I had allowed himself a moment to relish it, stepping up beside Maximillian just as Haze walked away. Maximillian turned to me, annoyance flickering beneath his usual charm. “Is that a warning?” I sipped my drink leisurely. “More of a fact.” My gaze followed Haze for a moment before flicking back to Maximillian, my smirk deepening. “I have to say, it’s not every day I get to witness a man so used to winning find himself completely... irrelevant.” Maximillian exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. “You think this is over?”

I murmured to her. "Wouldn't knowing someone was almost as miserable as you be enough to cheer you up?" "Who's it? Barrett?" I asked, disinterested "No, it was his Majesty." My ears perked up, "What?" "It was almost as if the blood moon was out but with a different effect on him. He was angry, grumpy, very uncomfortable, sweating furiously. He tried working out, too, but it didn’t work. There were times when he clutched his chest in pain. Maybe he has a heart problem?"

So much logistics for nothing. Kidnapping a poor, ordinary woman has no logic at all. Not even for a crazy guy like him. Wait, the guy just called him Majesty, what the fuck is going on here? -Why did he call you majesty? He looks at me with an annoying sarcasm and almost smiles.

his majesty Micheal walks in shaking his head as the two teenagers and I look at him. "With the amount of screaming you both are doing the Tribrid would be deaf by the end of the day," Micheal says. "Then tell your fuck-" Mia shouts and Isaac covers his hand over her mouth making her face turn even redder. "Mia control yourself." His Majesty said with amusement taking a seat opposite me and I automatically sit up straighter out of respect but he was not even looking at me, his eyes were glued to the teenagers that somehow got into another argument.

The announcement comes from Jessica, the cardigan-wearing, champagne-drinking president of my sorority. Head floods my cheeks. “Stop that. Attention is what I do not need or want right now.” I scan the room with lowered eyes. She straightens the headband on her shiny, straight blonde hair and gives me a pointed look. “He isn’t here, Care,” she says, her Southern accent sweet as iced tea. “But I'm sure he will be eventually, you know the football Gods. They love to show up late and steal the show.” “Who isn’t here?”

I could feel his rage blowing through me like a high wind. "A bit of advice Aria, his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be. There is a more darker twist that he doesn't show you because he loves and respects you. So I would advise you not to push his buttons while you still have his favor." I wondered what he meant by 'his Majesty is not everything he makes himself out to be'. But I couldn't bring myself to pity his mood either. After our conversation earlier, I was still rather upset with him. Not to mention that I kept him away for his own good. I even offered another solution to have a different escort and he didn't accept it, so what was I suppose to do in this situation?

"I didn't sleep, He has been in my mind. Constantly. The pain of it has subsided, now that I've stopped trying to block him out" I've heard stories of the master but I can't help but feel it's trumped up. If I'm not mistaken, I see fear in her Majesty's eyes. "Majesty, forgive my boldness but I still don't understand. You've dealt with many a strong foe, why do you seem... Frightened at the thought of waking him" I've gone and done it now, she is glaring at me. Her eyes are glowing. "I'm not afraid of him. I'm afraid of what will happen, if I wake him. He has never been satisfied to sit back and let me lead. He believes, despite the laws and ways of our people. He should rule. He cares not f

His nostrils almost flared as I saw how he swallowed hard, trying to resist the temptation in front of me. As I barked a laugh, I noticed how she maintained standing away from me. I would want to know how he would do once he couldn't hold back anymore. “Your Majesty, I don't understand why you're getting annoyed with me. But what makes me questionable is that, despite how I reacted tonight, I feel the urge to want you more. It's pregnancy hormones, I think. Are you sure you will reject me?” Sounding sad, I uttered back. He stepped backward, his forehead creased, and his eyes were gleaming, holding back himself. His breathing became heavy before his gaze turned darkly.

"Majestic, what are some things that you despise?" "I hate when people lie to me. It erks my last nerves when people doubt our credibility. Truthfulness is the keep to success." He got ruffled just by explaining it to me. "I will keep that in my mind," I replied. "Buddy, I'm straightforward. I don't sugarcoat anything. I'm just like you, except I have a fucked up disposition. It takes me a while to calm down after I get mad," Majestic answered. "Why do you keep calling me Buddy?"