Cassandra King Books Novels & Stories

“In his chambers. In his bed.” Elianna’s pulse quickened. She kept walking, head high, determined to reach the safety of her own room before the fragile spell of the morning shattered. “It’s none of your concern.” Cassandra moved faster. In one fluid motion she seized Elianna’s arm, yanked her sideways, and slammed her against the stone wall. The impact jarred Elianna’s spine; the breath punched from her lungs. Cassandra’s fingers closed around her throat, nails biting. “You think a single night makes you queen?” she hissed, breath hot with jealousy. “You’re nothing—an orphan plucked from mud. The King will tire of you, and when he does—”

Glory would snap a thousand times in a day. “Do it well.” she would add. Cassandra was fed up with the comments that she was not some poor deserted slave, she was a queen but her crown had been snatched by those she loved. Walking down the stairs she meets those she has been avoiding for days. Kerlson held a guava milkshake which he shared with his new lover. Cassandra did not know what had gotten into her but she dashed over to them pouring the Milk Shake away.

I remained silent, gritting my teeth in frustration. She leaned closer, her voice dripping with curiosity, as she hung from the steel chains. "So, darling, what happened between you and Leo, to land you in this charming place?" My pride was wounded, but I couldn't help but respond, "That's none of your business." Cassandra only chuckled, her laughter a haunting sound, her curiosity was relentless. She leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Oh, come on, Isadora, we have plenty of time down here. Spill the beans. What happened between you and our dear king?"

“Oh, so it’s true. The great designer now lives in such a small apartment.” Rosemary turned slowly, startled and angry. “What are you doing here?” Cassandra stepped in uninvited, her pace steady. “I just wanted to see with my own eyes… what it feels like for a queen who once reigned to fall into ruin.” --- Mila moved to block her. “Get out! You have no right—” “Silence, little servant!” Cassandra hissed, advancing toward Rosemary. “Look at yourself. Messy hair, swollen eyes, tear-stained face. Where is that aura of elegance, hm?”

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

I can't argue that it would be a bad thing if she were dead, since she clearly liked to cause trouble. "So you have traitors inside you own territory?" "We have since investigated everyone within the premises and those conspiring against me have since been slaughtered," he tells me simply. Instead of sounding guilty or regretful for what he is done. My stomach churns uncomfortably, the thought of Kailor's men viciously killing people due to their affiliation with Vaia making me want to be sick at the King's feet. None of them deserve a fate that...Final. "Tai really is nothing like you," I growl lowly, no longer frightened of what Kailor is capable of doing to m.

Chapter Six “Will you still want me, Kael, when I am the reason your council turns against you?” Liana’s voice was velvet and venom as she whispered against his lips, her gown slipping dangerously low, her fingers curling into his open shirt. Kael’s golden eyes burned with that relentless fire. His hand gripped her thigh, pulling her across his lap as though she were no more than silk draped for his pleasure. “You think their mutters mean anything? I am king. They bend. They break. And you…” His lips brushed her throat. “…you will learn that no chain can bind me.”

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.'"

- MAGIC OF KAELADIA SERIES Book 1 - My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning in the Flames of his Vengeance Book 2 - My Alpha’s Retribution: Rising from the Ashes of his Vengeance (Both books are under My Alpha’s Betrayal on the app) STANDALONES His Caged Princess (Completed) Mr. CEO, Please Marry My Mommy (Completed) His Dark Obsession – Ongoing

Cilvia was helping her choose the prettiest ones as well. I reached for a random ring, pulling it up close to my eyes so I could fake admire it as I waited for them to begin. I know they will soon because I haven't been in a single tea gallery where the women wouldn't pick in each other, especially me and gossip about literally anything and everything. "I heard that there has been a talk around the streets." Cassandra started and I had to stop my eyes from rolling. "It has been such a Sandler that the previous king left the previous queen."