Your Majesty Please Calm Down Novels & Stories

They looked strangely sentient, highly intelligent, and kind of similar to his human face. ​I took a deep breath to steady my voice. "Your Majesty, you understand me, right?" I asked quietly. "I am really sorry for coming here tonight and disturbing your peace. I know that you probably do not want to see me right now, especially given that you sent me away. I shall just take my leave now and leave you to it." ​After that embarrassing word vomit, I awkwardly scrambled to my feet, brushing the dirt off my trousers, preparing to walk away.

Dirt smeared across her cheek. Still breathing. Still alive. My jaw tightens. I walk toward her. Slow. Deliberate. Someone whispers her name. She looks up. Her eyes meet mine. And for a second… Just a second… I see it. Defiance. I stop in front of her. “So,” I say, “this is where you belong.” She stands slowly. “Your Majesty,” she says. Her voice is calm. Too calm. “You look comfortable,” I add. “Laughing. Smiling. Forgetting your place.”

I struggle and scream, "I'm sorry!! Let me go! Let me go! Pplleeaassee, let me go!" I finish on a sob I stop struggling and he puts my feet back on the ground but doesn't let me go. Instead, he lowers his head and takes a deep breath before whispering into my ear, making me concentrate on what he says "Isabella, I am sorry, please calm down.." "C... Christopher?" I continue to sob but relax a little "Yes, I'm sorry, please you must calm down.."

I repeated through my hiccups, “ I had trouble so far for your mercy oh, I had to walk all over my pride just for your help. Please help me, please.” Rise from your niece princess, ordered the onliest voice, now settling into the deepest tone that I had ever heard in my entire life. I can help you what's your problem however I will reap the cost of my favors. Are you willing to obey me oh, your majesty? Are you willing to submit for once instead of trying to devour all the power to yourself? “Please,” I begged once more, not caring about how I sounded anymore. “I hope you would not back on your promise, Your majesty, as the ritual you had conducted is extremely binding and very demanding if

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Selene in that dress. Selene’s hands around his neck. Selene’s laugh—genuine, unguarded, the kind of laugh that made him forget, for one stolen moment, that he was the CEO of a billion-dollar corporation and the future Alpha of a pack that expected him to marry someone else. He'd spent all his life learning to control every impulse, every instinct. His father had made sure he understood that. An Alpha does not react. An Alpha controls. An Alpha must not show weakness.

His eyes narrowed as he watched me, clearly displeased by my reaction and the lack of respect it showed. I forced myself to calm down. I straightened myself slowly and cleared my throat. I lifted my head and met his gaze directly. I did not lower my eyes in respect for him at all. I did not feel afraid. “Let me be sure I understand you, Your Majesty,” I said carefully. “You want me to sleep with you in exchange for a minimal sentence for the woman who betrayed me.”

I had learned enough already. Silence stretched long enough to make my thoughts loud. “Raise your head.” I obeyed. Her eyes were on me, sharp and measured. I thought she would be angry, but she looked curious, and somehow, I felt that was worse. “You have caused quite a disturbance,” she said calmly. “I apologize, Your Majesty.” “For what exactly?” she asked. My breath caught. Careful, Gina, she is trying to trap you, so I formed my words carefully and said “...for attracting unnecessary attention.”

“You aren't mute, Elara. Or would you prefer I make you mute?” “Yes-no-yes. No- I mean sorry your majesty.” I stumbled over my words, swallowing in fear. “Yes or no? When speaking to me speak clearly. Don't stumbled over your words like a stupid child.” He growled. “Sorry, your majesty. I meant yes I do understand and no please don't make mute.” I said as calmly as I could without letting fear seep into my tone. He studied me for a moment then said, “Good. Sit on the floor, you're distracting me.”

he smiled, the words flowing around me, caressing me. “You too, your majesty,” I answered, lowering my head as I curtseyed for him. He led my hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips against the back of it. “Are you ready?” “Not in the slightest,” I answered, before I straightened my back, forcing a calm smile onto my lips. “Let’s do this.” **

“Start contacting -them-, and give them that proposal.” "Yes, Your Majesty." Jermaine leans back at his backrest. He looked at the ceiling of the room, which was decorated with a painting with a beautiful forest theme. 'I've spoiled you too much. Now you need to realize that you have presented the wrong love to me. Oh, Sashal, I will take you back to the right path.' . .. … “Your Majesty, I'm nervous. What should I do?” Bella pouted her lips as she styled my hair by rolling it.