Aiden King Book Novels & Stories

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

(Sexual Content) Cayden I have been King since I was 122 years old over a thousand years ago after my father stepped down, this was due to growing tired of politics and the fact that he hated King Roman for assassinating King Aidan. Aidan was one of my good friends for many years before he became King, we grew up together, and then his father died in the civil war among the species. His Beta Roman, our close friend, betrayed him and took his life, his mate, and his Kingdom, and no one saw it coming. When we found out, it was already too late and if not for Addison, Aidan, and the others would have been lost to us, forever. Addison was smart enough to get our blood to create the spell that pr

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

Eventually Alex is able to tell me the town, and that it isn't too far from here, before both him and Alex leave me to rest. Not that I can find much...Nightmares haunt me. Nightmares of being kidnapped, meeting an enigmatic hunter with unspoken abilities. A King, a rebellion. These nightmares assault me so viciously, so vividly, I wake in the night in a sweat, gasping in panic. These aren't nightmares, they are memories.

“Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.” --- “This is what our daughter has been learning from you! If you were not that ambitious in the first place, she wouldn’t be that greedy, too.” My father’s voice woke me up. Each room in our grandparents’ house has always been ajar, so everyone can get to hear each other’s conversations.

He whispers pulling out of me but I whine and plce my feet on his ass pushing him back in. "Not yet." I whisper with my eyes closed. I move my hips back and forth, as much as I can in my position. "One more round." I say and he kisses down my neck. "As you wish my Queen." He says and gives one hard thrust. ****** "Mom I'm hungry." Aiden says walking into the kitchen. "Want me to make you a sandwich or do you wanna order pizza, baby?" I ask knowing his answer already. "Sandwich and stop calling me that. I'm not a baby anymore." He says with a scowl.

" Tar bellowed in his face, hot air streaming out. The guard scurried off toward the pits. Tar watched him for a moment, scoffing before making his way to the King, "Your maj-" "Come Closer brother," The King replied with a soft sigh. Tar paused for a second, before nodding, walking toward the edge of the field where the king was standing, past the other guard who saluted. "I see you gave Sidion, Mordecai," King Saga began glancing at Tar. "The boy needed a lesson or two. He is hardly befitting to be your personal bodyguard," Tar replied with a sigh.

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.