Daughters Of My Kingdom Novels & Stories

The guy was entirely disinterested in anything apart from fun and pleasure. I was internally rolling my eyes on father’s words, too. I don’t give a shit about the ruling. My half-sisters still appeared as if they didn’t give a shit either. Noosha, however, tried her best to preserve an impassive expression. Although, unlike my step-siblings, who seemed utterly uninterested in the topic, traces of annoyance, disagreement, disappointment, and rebellion could be seen on Noisha’s face. Noosha did an excellent job hiding her disdain towards me, the son of her husband’s mistress. She even asked me to call her mum. Fucking hypocrite. She did an even better job at masking her aversion to the idea of

The females asked Celine and Larissa to kneel on the ground in front of their husbands, who were standing firm and proud before them. Celine waited for Larissa to do the thing, and then I imitated her on her knees, her palms closed to her vagina, and her head was held humbly. After that, the voice of the person charged with completing the decrees and declaring their sacred association rose. “We have gathered today to announce the engagement of our King Kayden bin Hardin bin Mayadin with our Queen Celine, the daughter of the sun… and Mark, the son of Rath, the son of Fiore, and Blarissa, the daughter of Jairin….”

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

"Daughter of flame and silence. Bearer of scars I did not ask for." "The gods chose me to kneel. I refused." "Queens told me to bow. I burned their altars." She looked at the assembled. At the broken. The bound. The brave. "This is not a kingdom." "This is not a rebellion." "This is reckoning." "You want a queen?" She laughed once. Low. Sharp. Then spat. "You’ve had too many." "So here is my only decree." "Kneel no longer." "Or burn beside the ones who still think thrones matter."

I spent a while talking to her while she told me about her problems, but she also made an observation to me. “I can sense that something is tormenting her, I don't know what she might be going through. I have worked in the kingdom, I can stand how difficult it must be to live under so many rules, women are always subject to the demands of their husbands, but you... she said and smiled. "You are the daughter of King Henry, one of the most powerful, no one can hurt you." I appreciated her words, I don't know why, but talking to that woman changed something inside me, and something occurred to me.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

she hisses, her expression one of distaste at her daughter's unlady like behaviour. Yuelan's fist tightens at her mother's scolding, otherwise her expression remained flat. They have been through this dance so many times. "Is there a point to this?" She demands coldly. "Yes," her mother snaps, looking irritated. It annoys her when her daughter stares at her with that blank face of hers. How irritating that she can't get a reaction from the younger woman. But then again, she knows what buttons to push to get what she wants. The point, my daughter, she begins in a sweet voice, a sly look on her face. "You are going to be the King's wife, and as such the most powerful woman in this Kingdom. You

I took a breath In and out before preparing to speak. "Today, the king and queen were taken from this kingdom," I started "but I am still here. I am the daughter of the Fireheart of Eldrador and the direct descent of the first Fireheart, Isabella Fireheart. And it is my duty to rule over this great kingdom. And I promise that I will do my best." The entire room erupts in a round of applause. I turned around to the crown's man and let his men wear the rings on my fingers before he made me say the royal vow and he placed the crown on my head.

he spoke out worriedly. Queen Suna walked up to his seat, she placed a hand on his left shoulder, a soft expression on her face, "What disasters are you talking about my king? She asked. King Fabian inhaled loudly, "Ten daughters of this kingdom died mysteriously overnight. Each one of them have the same symptoms on their skin and the people insist that they have a witch in their midst, they want me to help them find this witch and burn her on the stake" he narrated to her.

The Alpha King stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then at her. Then at the Queen. Then back at me. “What?” he says softly. Then louder. “What?” He steps forward, his voice breaking into a roar. “That is not an omega.” My chest tightens. “That,” he says, pointing at the woman clutched against my chest, “is my daughter.” My heart stops. “She is the Crown Princess of this kingdom.” The world fractures. I laugh once. Sharp. Broken. “No,” I say. “No, that’s not—”