Your Majesty Novels & Stories

"Is he your brother, Mom?" " Little Tristan inquired, a smile on his face as he cuddled Cristine. When little Tristan acts coquettish, Cristine feels soft. Cristine softly informed young Tristan, touching the little kid's thick black hair, "Yeah, he is." Young Master was taken aback and asked, "What Mom? Is that your son?" How did she end up with such a big son? Tristan's eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the kid. Cristine's child does not resemble Cristine.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

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 agreed, he can't be that attracted to us. "Fiona." I heared someone call. There was a man walking towards me and by his attire I could tell he's a minister. "My lord." I addressed him with a bow. He snorted, thrusting a parchment in my hold, "While we are here, you are solely responsible for the his Majesty's health, you should make sure he doesn't catch the disease and you are responsible for his food." "Food?" I was puzzled. "Yes." The man nodded, "His majesty has to have a medicinal food regime to ensure his stability, you should know that as a healer."

This is getting serious. The weight of his words hit me like a physical blow. "Your Majesty?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The title sounded foreign on my lips, a stark reminder of the immense responsibility that now lay before me. The messenger nodded solemnly, confirming my suspicions. "Yes, Your Majesty. You are summoned to the Alpha King's palace to assume your rightful place as the new Alpha King."

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.”

“Your Majesty, the Georgia is pregnant.” Maxton halted, his steps caught mid stride.

· 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?