Novel & Cerita Ava And King Cameron Book Free

Ava There was something ridiculously rude about life cutting you off from something you had not fully experience yet in the first place, and then giving it to you as a joke when you thought you deserved better, or maybe even a warning for good behavior. I was in love with the Lycan King.

**AVA** Deep in the guest wing, my phone vibrated under the pillow—a news alert from the Abyss. **[7th_Perfection]:** *The King is pacing his cage, Fox. He’s looking for the Dragon, but he’s too proud to admit he lost the fire. Sleep well. Tomorrow, the Vances won't be the only ones feeling the heat.* I didn't see the message. I was already miles away, dreaming of a year I still couldn't quite reach.

She shook her head and gently ruffled the black silk of his hair. “No, baby, you have never met him,” Ava answered, her heart aching at the thought of her little boy never knowing his father. Ava had never known her mother and often wondered if her life would’ve been different for her if she had. “He’s a very important person on Bartovia,” she added. “He stays at the palace and he’s going to be the King.” His eyes were like wide black pools. “Can I give you a picture to take for him to hang at his palace?” Christian asked. “Do you think he would like that?”

“Unless you want every vampire roaming that stinking planet coming here for vengeance, I’d just tie him up like L’oana said and get out of here. We knocked him hard enough that he should be out long enough for us to get above ground and to our king before he awakes.” “What king?” I asked. “Not your father,” L’oana said, “He’s long gone. We’ll be taking you to King Orvis, the Mannadorian king. You know the one… he killed your parents and seized the throne of Kurr.” “You’re working with that king? What about your people? What would he want with me?” I said before I realized how stupid I sounded. “I could have made the perfect mate for Jack, but he wouldn’t give me a chance. He wouldn’t eve

CANE I stood before the gathered elders and counsel members, Ava by my side. I asked her to share her experience in the Black Moon pack, and she nodded, her eyes shining with confidence. "They were good to me," she began, her voice clear and strong. "I went there to find my identity, and I discovered that I'm the princess of the pack." The room fell silent, with gasps and whispers erupting from the crowd. My father's face turned red with anger, and Leah's eyes seemed to bore holes into Ava's skin. But Ava didn't flinch, her gaze steady and calm.

Bal could now see the huge island which is filled with tall and vast trees swaying together lively. She could feel her body vibrating just by looking at those sceneries. Bal was beyond excited and extremely nervous at the same time. She was having the thought of what if Kaylon’s people didn’t like her? What if Kaylon’s people made him realize that she was not worthy of him? She was afraid of rejection now that she learned about what it means to be rejected, when she accidentally opened a book that was about a mate's rejection. What was written in that book gave her the thought of trying to stop the time from turning and just stay in the wildrift together with her alpha forever. That nobody c

Camila Castello. Perhaps, it was stupid of me to trust Cassain, the Vampire King and plead him to provide protection for me in his Kingdom, especially not in a place where I’d be surrounded by blood thirsty vampires whose favorite blood is that from a person. But, I’d rather take my chances with that, and put my trust in Maya who said he won’t do me any harm, for the sake of my child.

​Camryn took a quiet step closer, her black heels clicking softly on the cold floor. ​"It is not the aim of my King to slaughter your people senselessly... just as your kind has done to ours for generations," Camryn said, her tone suddenly turning unnervingly calm and businesslike. "My Lord is a merciful ruler, but his patience has reached its absolute limit." ​She paused, locking eyes directly with King Adamas, her expression cold and unyielding.

I inquired furiously. “Relax, Mav, nothing of that sort is going to happen. Those two are too classy to start up a fight. They may end up arguing about their rights to be with you, but they’ll not fight. That I can guarantee you. Cameron is the one girl that the lycan king chose as your bride, and just as you have noticed, she is not moved by Beverly’s aura and I’m sure her father would back her up if trouble arises. Cameron would not want to be mocked by all the girls she had warned to stay away from you, so she’ll certainly behave in a manner befitting a Luna. The same goes for your other lover…” “She's not my lover!” I chirped in, cutting her words.

​I pick up my phone and send a quick text to my mother: ​“Mom, I have to stay late. Lots of work. I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you guys.” ​Susana walks past me a few minutes later, throwing me a look of pity. ​“Wow, welcome to the club,” she whispers. “Amy is in a dog of a mood today. If you need anything, I’ll be on the 40th floor. Don't let her break you, Camila.” ​“She won't shreds,” I reply, though I’m not sure if I’m speaking to Susana or to myself. ​I get up and head toward the elevator; a long, lonely afternoon in the dusty basement warehouse awaits me. But as I ride down, I can't stop thinking about what Amy told me: “Mediocre men who have no idea what they are touching.”