Your Majesty Novels & Stories

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

Maja is a ticking bomb, she could explode anytime and I know what I planned on saying could cost her to set this house on fire with her rage or hop out of this contract regardless of the consequences and though it'd amuse me seeing her annoyed ass I chose to agree to her condition. "Anything you say Regina(queen). She said nothing and just gave me a long stare with no words nor emotion written in her orbs. I heard so many voices asking me to pull out from this stare but I couldn't cause I was held spell bound by her blue irises. Maja is the word beautiful and seductive conjoined together. Everything about her pleads for someone to be corrupted by her darkness and swim in the pool of euphoric

"I missed you." He dropped a kiss against my ear, his fingers combing through the strands of my hair as he dropped another little kiss behind my ear. His lips skimmed past my jawline, igniting sparks with each space they touched, and his fingers caressed around my waist softly while I melted into his touch, letting him lift me up against him. "Your Majesty," I breathed, my chest rising and falling as the rushing of blood pounded in my ears. "I should go."

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I rolled my eyes at him. “Will you do me the honor by having dinner with me your majesty?” he murmured. I giggled at his professional tone. I never understood why Jo-Haanians calls all their royal members as majesty or highness without any distinction between women or men. They use any word they prefer. Strange.

It was a shock that came with equal fierceness to her as the loss of our mate had done, jolting through every fragments of our being. Majesty was beautiful, the most beautiful female wolf -- as it's rumoured -- ever seen in all of the fifteen werewolf territories that made up the Crystal-Moon Dynasty, which was governed by Elgarion. And as such, she was the envy of many, both males and females. But all that glorious beauty might never be seen again because of the woman sitting adjacent to me. Majesty who loved to run through the meadow, the highs and lows within and beyond Mooncrest's territory, had been suddenly confined and locked up forever within me, unable to do anything about it.

[Eleanora] He is everything and more that I have ever wanted in a husband. Not just because he is handsome and regal, beautiful beyond words, his celestial parentage shining through with his pearlescent skin and vibrant eyes. Nor is it because of his status, although being High Queen of the United Dragon Kingdoms of Luxandra does have a nice sound to it. Primus Majere is perfect because of his noble bearing, intellect, and honor. He could have done anything to his brother, had him strung from the rafters if it suited him. But he didn’t. He gave him grace. He honored him as a potential heir to the throne.

I smirked, watching them bat their lashes before shaking their heads like a thief in denying their thefts. “No. Not at all, Your Highness!” “We dare not do such a thing!” “Not to his Majesty. We are not allowed to do such!” “Why not?” I chuckled, pressing my thumb on my jaw, “Why can't you crush on him? I thought everyone wanted to have a powerful mighty and sexy person like His Majesty?” I grinned softly, watching their cheeks grow more reddish. Oh, dear, the maid was indeed crushing on my sexy beast. “Hmm. Others can only crush on His Majesty, but Your Highness is the only one who can have him.”

With my hand still outstretched I wiggled my fingers to indicate I wanted the envelope. “I can see the resemblance between you and your mother on more ways than one,” he said wryly. He hesitated only briefly before handing the envelope to me. “I’ll be glad to be rid of it,” he said. “The next time her majesty asks for volunteers I’ll be hiding in the back of the crowd. I can tell you that.” “Her majesty,” I repeated his phrase, clearly confused. “Your mother is the leader of our little society. Somewhere over time she came to be known as majesty,” he volunteered. With a quick wink and a broad smile, he added, “That makes you our princess.”

· Majesty, the bath is ready, she says, throwing me a dark look. · Miss, you had better not look at me like that! Otherwise, you'll be flogged in the public square! I can feel this day is going to be wonderful; I'm going to have a good laugh just from seeing your face. And how is my godson? · He is well, Majesty. · You play your role very well. · Thank you, Majesty. I get out of bed to take my bath. She accompanies me to the shower. Don't tell me you plan to wash me too?