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

Nevertheless, the necromancer was pleased she had enough tact not to ask this question. Actually, it was simple. Because, after seven hundred years of imprisonment, the Undead King had finally returned home. That morning, while the girl was still asleep, the necromancer entered into the Twilight. He passed through the old mausoleum of one of the dark gods and regained entry into his own treasury. It appeared the owners of the castle hadn’t been able to break the magic seal on the treasury door. The necromancer picked up the heavy bag stuffed with gold and took it to an antiquarian. He found that money from the days of the cursed king had increased in value over the centuries. For a hundred c

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

Caleb whispered to Clara, making her release a confused look. Ken began his jokes: "You see two jobless friends were walking aimlessly on the road, and then they stumbled upon two items. A ring which looked precious, so they reasoned they would sell it to their king, and he would give them a fortune for it. They got to the palace, and upon arriving, they discovered that the palace was in disarray. From one of the servants, they found out that the king was very angry, as something very precious to him had been stolen. It was reported that two men had stolen this precious thing from the palace the previous night, but even with this information, the two friends were still very much determined t

Status update: ✔️Still trapped in the sassiest cabin ever enchanted. ✔️Still no working exit. ✔️Still kissing King Edric like it’s an Olympic sport and I’m training for gold. ✔️Oh, and now he’s decided to become my personal magic coach. Yay.

I believed every word he told me; opened my heart to him and he crushed it in his hands. “What? Girl don’t toss out the gifts! At the very least resell them. The man gave you diamonds! You could get big money from those gifts, which you can then put towards yourself and your family. Don’t stab yourself in the chest just to reach the person behind you,” she admonishes. “Huh?” I ask in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. The point is, by all means, get rid of those things if you want to remove all traces of him, but you might as well get something out of it.”

The clean hallway outside our home had turned into a disgusting garbage dump covered in buzzing flies. There was a designated trash area in the neighborhood, and everyone here had lived together for over a decade. There was no way people didn’t know where garbage was supposed to go. Anthony immediately exploded in anger. “Who did this? Throwing trash in front of someone else’s door like this, do you people have no shame?” Someone nearby muttered under their breath, “It’s still nothing compared to being the other man.” Anthony immediately lost it, grabbing the speaker by the collar. “What did you just say? I’m telling you right now, Anthony is not an adulterer! The real adulterer is that fake

Lucas thought that despite spending lots of effort, it all still ended well as in the end, the gigantic python was still dead after all. He ignored the astonishing looks on the hired armies’ faces. Without a single doubt, he activated the Super Treasure Chest that he obtained. “Congratulations to the host for obtaining a Super Treasure Map.” “Congratulations to the host for obtaining nine Honorable Ranked Zombie Pills.” “Congratulations to the host for becoming a Rank 4 Transcendent Being.” Lucas’ stunning face was looking very satisfied and was rather delighted within.

The foul smell of the garbage can didn’t even bother him lightly. When he went out of the trash can, he tripped, which made him fall into the bundle of papers. His self disappointed him, so he took a deep breath. He couldn’t understand why he was so weak. He chose the clothes he could bring mixed with the garbage, putting them in his spare bag. Most of his belongings broke into two pieces. The two men didn’t just throw them out. He could only bring a few of his clothes that fit his bag. There was one thing he didn’t forget to check. The money he hid in a lion's stuffy toy. The stuffed toy was hiding behind a box. He was thankful the two men had only cut the head. His money was safe inside it

“They fear you brother. They are running away. Run you curs! The Worm King protects us now!” I’m not sure ‘Worm King’ was much of a title, or that it made much sense since Kungen wasn’t a worm, but he was clearly no longer the worthless waste of space he had considered himself. Having both him and Keezy owing us their lives and safe passage back to Flatland would make things a bit easier. Probably. I bent down and picked up something glittering at my feet. It was a small lump of brass. I put it in my pocket. Not that I’d need it. Probably.

I was praying he would. “You are brought here to reclaim your birthright as a true Foressan princess.” The king captured my attention again. Upon hearing his words, I became even more skeptical. My forehead creased, but it seemed he didn’t care about my opinion because he continued, “You do not fit in that world you call home, Ameena. You belong here. You belong with us, your true family.”