Romans & histoires Deviant King

His skin was tan, his hair dark brown like chocolate, and damn, that body was perfectly built as he looked devilishly hot in a three-piece black Armani suit taking my breath away. "W...Who are you?" I asked my mate, already knowing the answer, because I felt the bond too. My mind and my heart were screaming the mate word too. " Now, why ask the question when you already know the answer to that, Princess Charlotte Petriokias?" the man asked " And, to answer your question my name is Zacharias Stone and I am the King of the demons and your fathers' age." he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panti

“There are few things you don’t know Holly but you will learn all of them soon. For starters that place is where you get to see all the kinds of hot guys. From rugged hot to clean hot,” “Clean hot? And what kind of hot is that supposed to be?” “You know, the hot guys who polish too well. Mostly it’s the rich spoilt brats who like to show off with their neatly styled hair, golden watches and new clothes. Most of them are part of the elites and the stinking rich people, well, like you. For example-Joon,” “Joon?” I muttered in surprise. Who the hell was Joon? Was he some celebrity I was supposed to know?

His street name seems so fitting for him now and my mother. Dmitri reaches over the centre console of the Jeep, pressing his large hand against my upper thigh, and he gently squeezes it before he returns it to the steering wheel. "He never wanted to live the life of a Kingpin, printsessa." He states sternly as if it will dampen the heartache that consumes my broken heart. "Your father intended to be the last living Volkov because the way one must ascend to the throne is by eliminating the male bloodline after you."

“Those stupid dogs value their own blood more than their land. He is the singular thing stopping war.” “We have the same mother.” Devin spat at his father, and it was my turn to look back at him with shocked eyes. That would make Devin half wolf, but he was clearly a human. “You told me he was cursed by a witch.” Devin was standing now, and the guards moved to stand next to him again, ready to bring him back to the floor if he moved towards their king.

It could probably be me, given that it hadn’t been a long time since I became the new Dragon King. In the past, it was my father, the former Dragon King, who annihilated more than half of the devils. He was also the only one who was able to hurt the Devil Queen, crippling her and making her unable to bear an heir for herself. If the attack of the devils now to revenge for what happened in that war, then it’s also possible. ‘Could it be that the kidnapping or possibly killing of the missing fairy was also their plan to lure us to form into a group and kill me?’

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

Alsie POV- We were laughing and goofing around in the bed, blowing off some steam, and having some much-needed conversations. It was nice. “Dante, tell us about the Lycan King.” I said as I looked over my shoulder at Dante behind me. “Ok. The Lycan King’s name is Declan; he has one heir to date. Declan is 1301 years old and he became the Lycan King when he was 518 years old. He’s a young king, he took the throne from King Liam by force, at the time King Liam was only 2276 years old and he was the youngest king ever. Declan has no mate; his single heir was born out of wedlock and mate bond. In fact, Dec didn’t even know he had an heir until recently.”

He pushed her, finally letting her go, and she fell to the floor immediately, bruising her elbows in the process. Two of her clan members rushed to her immediately. She raised her hand up, indicating she didn’t need their help and they moved back. She stood on her feet and her brows creased. “If you and your men do not leave here within the next five minutes, whatever would happen isn’t going to be our fault.” “You little brat!” Fernando snapped. “Where’s your boss? Did he chicken out and went to hide?” He laughed. “Axel isn’t scared of you.” She defended. “He is the next in line to become the mafia king after Don Alessandro. Why would he be scared of you?”

He could be his own man, a man of mercy and kindness, and still be a successful leader. He gently shakes his head. “Do not be confused, Harper. The softness I show towards you is rare. For others, particularly those who betray me, I feel nothing but distain. I am not a kind man. I am not a kind King.” My heart aches, watching him switch from a man who cared about my bruises to one who would soon murder to find his answers. “They call me a ruthless King because that is what I am.”

Annabel muttered: - He became even more eccentric. And she followed the company. royal clan “Did I express myself unclearly, Kyrian?” – the cold voice of the Lord sounded. “I allowed you to have fun with the Saint, but I didn’t give you permission to cripple her!” The Chosen One, cowering on the floor in front of the king, trembled with fear. “But the Lord...” he began, but then stopped short under an evil gaze. - Get out of my sight! - Vragenn growled, leaning back in his throne.