From Ex's Trash To King's Treasure Novels & Stories

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

Chapter 109 More New Family Members Three days later, the cargo ships arrived, carrying his belongings and a very nasty note from the Queen. The message seethed with venom, ending with the cutting words: "You are just as worthless as these gold rocks you wanted." Niklaus's eyes widened as he surveyed the contents of the second ship, filled to the brim with glittering gold rocks from Xanthea. "Are you sure this is valuable?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism, as he picked up a rock, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

" Hamz burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking, and even his steering momentarily swayed. He couldn't contain his amusement at seeing King Charlie's face suddenly turn pale. "Indeed, such nonsense serves no purpose, Sir," Hamz returned his focus to the road ahead. The journey continued through increasingly deserted village roads as they approached the mountains. The previously cool air started to heat up as the sun rose higher. "There might be hidden treasures there," Hamz casually remarked. However, that caused King Charlie's heartbeat to quicken. "Stop talking! It's all nonsense!" King Charlie promptly rejected the absurd idea. He didn't want Hamz to realize and abandon his intention to

Aria froze. The King’s expression changed. Just slightly. Not fear. Recognition. The voice continued. “PROPHECY TRIGGER IDENTIFIED.” A pause. Then, clearer: “SUBJECT: ALPHA KING.” Silence fell like a blade. Aria slowly turned toward him. Her chest tightened. “No…” she whispered. The King didn’t move. Didn’t deny it. Behind them, the stronghold’s seals shifted again. Rewriting themselves. Reorganizing. Targeting. And the final line echoed through the collapsing sanctuary like a verdict already decided:

She was growing feelings for Oscar, but she had no idea what the future would bring. Meanwhile, the king and his men had arrived at the location of the pack. He was ready to fight for his love, but when he arrived, he found that Blair had already moved camp. He was disappointed, but he knew he had to go back home. He turned around and started to march back. As he was leaving, he saw something in the bushes. He gasped. He had just found the treasure to save his health. He reached into the bushes and pulled out the red orb. He decided to take it back home. It had been all he had been looking for.

My eyes scanned the shelves. No pickles. I frowned. I checked again. There was nothing. I walked toward the next aisle. Nothing. I checked another, still nothing. I walked back to the cashier. "Where are the pickles?" The cashier finally looked up. "Sorry?" "Pickles. Do you have any?" He pointed toward the back. "Try aisle five." I practically ran there, and then I saw them. A whole shelf. I grabbed a jar. Then another and another. I stopped.

"Hazel, what do you mean? How dare you touch my things?" Leaning against the railing, Hazel leisurely swirled her highball glass, looking calm and graceful, like a lazy little fox. "I was wondering why it felt so stuffy in here. Turns out, it’s because you’re hiding all this trash. Trash belongs in the trash bin, don’t you think?" "You!" Hazel wanted nothing more than to throw them all out of the house right then and there, but she had to hold back. Taking it step by step would make it all the more satisfying.

A long time ago, there was a princess who lost her necklace, and the king ordered the entire country: whoever finds the necklace will be greatly rewarded. After the necklace was found by a woodcutter, it was returned to the palace. The king was very happy and said, "What gold, silver, or treasure do you want?" The woodcutter said, "I don't want any treasure, I just want you to order that tomorrow night, except for my house, nobody else is allowed to light a lamp."

If they really were all trash, then how could they have gotten any treasures? Yet, the moment he said that Ethan started to laugh in a very exaggerated manner. He turned to coldly look at Nash, "You only got two treasures, how did you even have the face to say that? Have you ever gotten any golden treasures? You haven't gotten a single one! "White Marsh Continent has gotten two golden treasures, one bronze treasure, and three black treasures! Hestia Continent only has two treasures in total and not a single golden one. You're actually saying you're not trash?

Reive didn’t take his serious gaze away from me, and more than anything in the world I wanted to gently wipe the grief from his face, which didn’t fit at all with his mocking eyes. “The Undead King has repaid all the debts he’s collected during seven hundred years of lying in the grave eaten by locusts,” I replied harshly. “Your life has begun a new page, Reive. I am your treasure and your salvation. Just remember that!” I poked him in the chest with my finger until he began to laugh, then he grabbed my finger and drew me up against him. While he was again in a good mood, I hurried to tell him one more piece of news, “Dear, while you were relaxing in the hospital…”