Asian Doll And King Von Novels & Stories

"With your to-be husband. Not to mention, the successor to the throne of Jaresh. I wonder what the king was thinking when he made them visit." "Father is father." "Of course." Aurora watched her godmother leave, her gold embroidered gown trailing behind her. She looked back at her image in the mirror. She was nervous. * Loud music and dancing ushered the Jerash royal party in. Their golden horses dazzled in the sunlight and their silver carriages glistened in the late afternoon heat. It was a sight to behold. She stood at the entrance to the palace, along with the emperor, her godmother, and the rest of the royals.

"And that's a deal, folks! Sold to the richest and most influential gentleman in the building. His Royal Majesty, Vampire King Ferrara DeMarco." The claps and hoots grew louder and I almost jump in glee. Success! It worked! I glanced up at Jax who stood, neutral to all that was going on. There was a slight smirk on his lips and he gave me a thumbs up. Good girl. Now go make me proud.

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

Zerth asked, this time curiosity peaked. "I-I don't know your m-majesty" "How can you not know?! What is the nose on your wolf for?" The King bellowed. "Azian is a dragon," a voice answered, “THE Dragon,” the voice rephrased with a slight chuckle. King Damian's eyes shot up to see a dark hooded figure, his eyebrows furrowing, "How dare you come before me witch!" He snapped Zerth fangs showing. No one was allowed to appear before a king uninvited.

This man was an example of a hopeless case. “You can sit there for a while. I’ll just finish this,” the king said. I nodded. “Take your time, your majesty.” He was still signing documents when I raised my head to look at him. I was distracted when I saw what he was wearing. It was a cream turtle-neck long-sleeved. It was clearly hand-stitched. There was something that was embroidered on the left corner of it. It was the first time I saw him wear something like that.

she smiled, and I chuckled. "Yeah, I have met him before." I joked, and she leaned into my touch. "Over there are: Arman and Ava, you met them when we visited the Dragon Vault." She said, and I nodded. I knew I had met them before, but somehow I couldn´t pinpoint where... "Dom and Aisling, he is the Demon King, and his Queen is Uncle Arran´s daughter -dragon-" she said, and I nodded, trying to get all the details in.

"Rosalie, you have to believe me. Vivian is just the Don's adoptive sister. There's nothing between them. You're the one he loves..." "I don't want to hear it right now. I just want to be alone." After hanging up, the suffocating emptiness washed over me again. Just then, the screen lit up with a text from an unknown number: a surveillance video. The setting was a VIP lounge behind the banquet hall. Vivian was half-reclined on a sofa. It seemed she had sprained her ankle. And the newly crowned Don, the King of the South, was kneeling on one knee before her, holding a pair of red high heels, carefully putting them on her feet.

The more I read, the tighter my chest got. Stein Corp wasn't just in trouble—it was drowning. And Kingswell's terms were vicious. Not just assets. A marriage clause. The contract spelled it out: Sienna had to marry James Kingswell, the chairman's disabled son. Only then would part of the debt be forgiven and fresh funds come in. If the marriage failed—or if Sienna had an "accident"—the penalties got worse. Ice ran through me. This wasn't marriage. It was a sale. And Sienna was the price tag.

At the other side of the hall, there are porcelain dolls clothed in royal robes of different dynasties and kingdoms across time and culture. “I felt like I returned on being a kid!” Essi exclaimed while holding her palms near her chest. Essi is careful on seeing each one of the works of an elusive furniture maker. Her excitement moved throughout her body that when she went back to Oneil, she kept her tippy-toes. Her hands hold Oneil’s arm dearly. “I know that we are growing old. But there’s nothing wrong with keeping the joy of youth in our heart.” “Oneil, I always loved this!”

There’s actual fanfare, from real trumpets, and the huge doors open to admit me. All thoughts of Ashton or anyone else clear my mind entirely. I instantly focused on Owen, seated on his throne, the crown of our thoughts again hair. The King’s crown is simple, polish-focused with peaks that rise in the shape of fangs; the pack legend is that they’re actual werewolf teeth. I suppose now that I’m about to be queen, I cI'dfind out. I sl a list of s all the weird things I’ve always wanted to know. Since life around Aconitum Hall seems like it’s going to be pretty boring, maybe I can write a definitive history of the pack or something.