Azalea King Author Novels & Stories

Confidence radiated with a sense of authority from her walk and straight as a board posture. "Good day, Miss. My name is, Megan and I am your personal maid, prior to King Theodore's request." She said in a soft, but well controlled tone that almost had me shivering at the partially cold formality of it as she stood in front of the bed with the tray still in her hold, not allowing me to see the contents in the white, fragile like bowl and plate.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

I softly say. "Thanks." He serves himself and begins eating. "I just want to apologize for overreacting earlier." I say. "It's ok. I'm sorry for saying what I did. It was highly inappropriate." I nod with a small smile. "It's ok. So let's start over." I say extending my hand. "I'm Alexandria Gomez." "Mason King. Nice to meet you." He replies smirking. I bow my head and blush. Why am I even blushing? Oh because the Sex God just winked at me. Pathetic.

Either way, the best way to keep a group of people of the same rank from splitting apart is to push out a fictional enemy piece. Recently, Bridget Elain's name has skyrocketed. The movie "When is the snow falling?" in which he starred, has just won the prestigious Leone d'Oro award this year. This online game company invites him to act as an actor. The principal was indeed very wise. But the models aren't talking about this, they're whispering that Bridget Elain's perfume is completely thanks to sacrificing the lower half of his body to serve Zelda Clare of CDEA, the number one entertainment company in the world. Moreover, Zelda Clare not only enjoyed but also dragged Bridget along to treat

Scattering the petals in the air, she continued, “You entered this gala with cheap flowers worth not more than ten dollars and you dare address yourself as Franklin?” Another round of laughter echoed and this time, she walked down the stage. She stood just beside Gabriel before she gave me a smugful smile, saying, “Oh come on Daphne, if you were to impersonate such a high profile person, you should have at least come up with some more expensive gifts.” The envelope in my hands that contained the deed of the skyscraper clutched even tighter as I watched the flowers Anna was making fun of while Gabriel let her do. I chose this bouquet because it had deep meaning for me, for us. But, it seemed

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"

I left the Northern Realm because of Gabriel Brown. My father had never believed Gabriel’s bloodline was worthy of standing beside me. I was the daughter of a reigning Vampire King, the sole heir of House Sterling— born for ancient crowns and royal legacies, not some peripheral bloodline lingering on the edges of the Court. And yet, for love, I gave up everything.My name.My title.My inheritance. I concealed my identity and fled the North with him. I never imagined our love wouldn’t even survive five years.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

The woman who brushed my hair at night and taught me how to read ancient texts and how to smile without revealing anything real. The woman who told me she loved me. The words blur for a moment. I blink and force them into focus. Kael steps closer. Not leaning over my shoulder. Not interrupting. Just close enough that I feel him. I begin to read. “She grows beautifully. Curious. Quiet. Her mind sharpens quickly. It will not be long now before the king notices her.” My chest goes tight. The next line is worse. “She must never realise she is being shaped.” My breath catches.

I ask, eager to see if she has looked on the other side of the barrier? Anniki nods, and Selene smiles. "Tell us what happened so I can believe my sister," Selene says, and I fold my arms. I glance up at my mother briefly before locking eyes with my father. "When I left your realm last night, I set out on a mission. As I was beginning that mission, I intercepted a fairy spy feeding on some elk. I forced him to take me to the location of his Queen's portal spot. When we got there, I tricked the Queen into opening a portal, and when she was distracted...I killed her. After I killed her, the spy who led me there immediately died. It turns out all I needed to do was kill the Queen...The Fairies