Esther Night With The King Novels & Stories

Esther walked into my room to meet me and greeted me, "Good morning, my queen." "Good morning," I said to her. I was already getting used to the dragons calling me our queen, my queen, and the rest, even though deep down in my heart, I wanted to sew her mouth shut for daring to call me queen... "What do you want?" I asked Esther as my yellow eyes continued to stare at her, her brown skin. Esther raised her head to look at me and said, "It's almost time, my queen, and you need to be downstairs before the chiefs and their mates start arriving."

"You fell asleep as soon as we laid down." It wasn't her fault. The trip had already tired her out and the banquet yesterday had been enough to fully exhaust her. Still, she had enjoyed it. Meeting the royal family of the Kesef Kingdom for the first time had been interesting, to say the least. Aharon and Esther in particular had piqued her interest. "Did you know that Esther is the King's illegitimate child?" Azalia finally raised her head to look at Melech. She nuzzled into Melech's palm when the Adom King gently cupped her face.

KEIRAN The letter nearly tore in my hands. I stood near the fireplace in our chambers reading Mike Harrington’s request for the third time, my anger growing hotter with every word. Formal audience requested with the Lycan King regarding unresolved matters concerning Evelyn Estefan. Former wife. The phrase alone made my wolf snarl viciously. I crumpled the letter instantly. “He’s not stepping foot inside my kingdom.” My voice echoed sharply through the room. Queen Vivian stood nearby watching me carefully while Evelyn remained seated at the edge of the bed, unusually quiet.

A sweet scented breeze billows in, the essence of jasmine and peony lingering in a way that makes my nose start to itch. "Wait...What did you just say?" Marek motions for me to step out of the carriage, looking unbothered by what he is telling me. "The King." "I know who he is," I say, stepping out and into the rain, which has thankfully lightened to a soft drizzle. Despite the rain, everything around us glistens, from the trees, to the sweeping garden that leads up to the manor. "How do you know the King?"

He was any girls dream to look at but a complete ass once you got to know him. "Are you done being a pain in the ass or am I leaving you down here the rest of the night?" His voice was deep and sent a shiver down my spine. I shook my head yes at him and he started to unhook my chains. I didn't want to spend the night in the damn basement. I would be good for now and then try to get away again.

His eyes remained fixed on Lidia. “I won’t ruin it.” Romano smiled quietly. Perhaps the Ice King truly had changed. Evening slowly arrived. The city lights illuminated the streets in brilliant colors. Music drifted from nearby restaurants. Erika suddenly pointed toward a lively dance hall. “We’re going.” Lidia laughed. “I don’t dance.” “You do tonight.” An hour later… Both women were laughing uncontrollably. Music echoed through the crowded hall. They danced without worrying who watched. Without worrying about tomorrow. For one precious evening…

"When will you set off?" "Before dawn, your Majesty." "I see." He nodded to himself and pursed his lips. He rose from his seat, alarming the stationed guards, as well as Alessia. King Estefan's feet led him in front of her in his usual slow, dragging manner, and by looking at the two from a distance, their differences could easily be noticed. He was clad with costly cloths and sparkling gems, screaming luxury and wealth, while she was of a fur cloak stained with dried blood and worn-out footwear. But both of them reeked of power and menace.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave Not fancy big Castle but the building of a stoned wall Will Love to Conquer Lust? Will Love to Change Everything? ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ Cesar Chavez King of all kings he was. The person from whom every ot

Esmeralda's POV "Should I go back? No, I guess it's too late now." I contemplated. I tore the lower end of my gown as I walked further into the woods. I was running from Gustavo, the number one drug leader in Columbia, to whom I unfortunately married. I was running for my dear life but the safety of my boys weighed heavy on my heart.

"It's because you'll never believe me even if I told you, “I ignored him and instead concentrated on walking as fast as my heels could allow me. The high heels were killing me with each step I took. The eerie silence of the night was unsettling enough. Maybe I should have just waited for Alex at the club. I tried to call her but they went straight to voicemail. Having no other option, I unstrapped the heels dangling them in my hands as I found my way home, fighting the tears still attempting to run down my face. Ugh! Why couldn’t I be able to keep my composure around him? Why did he still affect me this much?