روايات وقصص ضمن Daughters Of The King Book

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

His hand closed around her throat in a flash, lifting her off the ground. “Say her name like that again,” he hissed, eyes burning red, “and I’ll end you.” Chloe clawed at his arm, choking. “Gabriel… I’m carrying your child! I’m your Blood Queen!” He laughed. Cold. Empty. “My Blood Queen,” he said slowly, “has always been Isabella.” “What makes you think you could ever replace her?” “You’re nothing but something my brother used—secondhand trash. A whore. I never once intended to make you my Blood Queen.”

she suddenly turned to Dorcas again, “you can see Phoebe is better than me. Maybe because she’s the king’s daughter. Can I even win her over?” My hand froze in the air. My chest tightened as the words sank in. King’s daughter? I felt my heart skip. My fingers started shaking as I slowly turned Liora’s face back to me. That face — my own reflection mixed with his — that same dimple, that same spark he used to have when he smiled at me. “King… you mean the Lycan King?” I asked, my voice trembling. Liora just nodded innocently, not knowing how her words shook me to the bone.

Merfoy quickly grab his magic book and tried to look for some of the important pages as the two followed him to the bookshelf. “You are Niffa, right? The daughter of King Morphis and Queen Luize. What you did in the past years is not written in the book it’s so strange. And you Rico, your dreams are showing your past, you are the true king of the kingdom Samari but my brother stole your dignity and made you his puppet for many years. I wonder why those are not written in my book. I’m confused why the both of you are anonymous in the magic book?” he asks himself as he keeps on turning the pages.

"I think we are done with you two for now but you are not allowed to leave Lycan City until my daughter returns." "And if your daughter does not return?" My father asks hesitantly. "Then you and your wife will be charged with treason," the King says matter-of-factly. "Understood." My father gives my mother a deadeye stare before he walks out of the room without her. The office door closes behind them and I look between the King and the Queen. Both of them have passive looks on their face. "Have you two lost your minds?" I growl at them both forgetting my place. "They know more than they are letting on."

Kelly asked, genuinely interested. "I like romance novels, mostly. They're a nice escape from reality," Francine replied, smiling. Kelly chuckled. "I know what you mean. I used to read those all the time when I was your age. What about movies? Do you have a favourite?" Francine thought for a moment. "I really like Owning the King’s Daughter written by Alessandra Fox. It's so romantic." Kelly nodded. "That's a classic. Have you ever been in love, Francine?"

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.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."