Novel & Cerita Esther Night With The King

I said as I peered down an escalator and saw King heading towards us. "Oh, my goodness! I'm delighted you've arrived. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and I've only just arrived - OUCH! WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!" he couldn't finish what he was about to say when King was interrupted by a nudge from Queen. "Hello, King Solomon! I thought we'd made it clear that you'd pick me up?!" "Dear, Queen Esther! Wasn't I supposed to be the one you were going to pick up at my house? I waited for a few hours there, and then you showed up?"

Esther guessed it! ***

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

Yet inside, a mix of fear and anger begins to stir. “Your Majesty,” Asher says, his voice brimming with respect and a hint of surprise. “I wasn’t aware you’d be in this part of the castle today.” He tries to explain, straightening his posture as he speaks. “Aria is the new staff member that King Caelum—” “I know exactly who this little worm is, Asher,” the queen interrupts, her voice as cold as ice, cutting through his attempt at formality.

Vivian walked into her house furiously. She was both angry and heartbroken. She couldn't believe that Alexander could say such things to her. She flung herself unto the couch. "Sweetie, don't worry, Alexander will eventually see that you're the perfect woman for him." Said Esther, as she tried to console her daughter. "Didn't you just hear what the king said? He is not going to marry her, why won't you get that into your head Esther?" Desmond Lancaster asked his wife.

I was becoming anxious and impatient every second spent in the damn cell. "My Princess, with all due respect, you or your brother must go to Red Kingdom at once!!! Or anyone from your family!! Please!! I don't know whether they're dead or alive!" tears ran down my cheeks. They needed to be there before its too late. Tonya put a lot of faith in me. The Princess was already sitting on the ground. I understood it was a lot to take in and a lot has happened for the day. "Lady Esther is a ruthless vampire. She will kill anyone who she does not like or if she simply feels like killing. We are most probably already too late, human. I'm sorry."

The Alpha King said, introducing me first to his wife as I bowed before her. "It is good to meet you Baela, indeed you are beautiful but there is something else striking about you, I just can't wrap my hands around it yet". Esther said to me, still seated on her throne. "It is my pleasure to meet you too Queen Esther and you are also very beautiful". I commented. She was more beautiful than I was, I thought to myself. That made me imagine how beautiful her daughter would be when I finally meet her.

LORRAINE'S FOREVER// SHORT STORY MITCH POV "My King, I must mark my mate. She is unconscious and can not give her consent....but her home is too dangerous for her to return to," I explain as I go back and forth in my mind about what's best. King Ethan looks torn as he glances down at my mate's sister.

“The witches changed your name. What do you go by now?” “Alora,” I reply softly. “How fitting,” he replies through his teeth. “That’s enough, Estes,” a woman comes to my rescue. Looking at her is almost like looking in a mirror. Her black hair falls in simple waves down her back, and her deep blue eyes are filled with tears. She sniffs back her tears without letting them fall when she steps to the King’s side. King Estes places an arm around her and kisses her on the top of the head, but she doesn’t return his affection. She actually looks annoyed.

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.