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THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

[COMPLETE] When Zara walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with another woman, she cursed God for the lack of good men in this miserable, modern world. Then she woke up in a romantic land of honorable Knights and the Royal Court. There, Zara is stunned to find herself one of eighteen women called The Select, from which the handsome, powerful King will choose his bride. She finds the magnetic King compelling. But her dashing Knight Defender has declared his love—and vows to save her from certain death: Tradition requires every woman in the Select who is not the King’s chosen bride to be executed to cover her family’s shame. Yet, the King is also making his intention to win Zara clear. None of this would matter if it was just a dream. But Zara is soon forced to accept that this is no fantasy. Which means each man—and his love—is real. And this world is a deadly nightmare. As the tension between the two men grows, Zara must make a choice. But how can a woman choose between a powerful King and a deadly Knight? Especially when either would kill to keep her? Are you #TeamKing or #TeamKnight? COVER IMAGE: Copyright (c) 2023 Author AimeeLynn

AimeeLynn · Fantasy
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Secrets – Part 3

David's head snapped up and he stared at me.

I swallowed hard. "I felt it too. I kept thinking about you even when… even when there were distractions. I looked for you and I was sad when you weren't there. I just… I didn't really believe… it seemed like this was a dream," I said, with more sincerity than he would ever understand. "I've been keeping myself protected because I was hurt and I'm scared and… and I don't always understand everything that's happening here. But it's the truth for me, too, David. I felt it too."

I sucked at the air, because it seemed too thick. David looked alarmed again.

"Zara, just breathe."

I shook my head. "It's… this is impossible. This can't be real!" My voice got too high and thin and I tried to whirl away from him, but as I let go, he caught my wrist again, stopping me from turning away.

"What's impossible, Zara? Tell me."