His King Her Queen Novels & Stories

My thighs shook from the pleasure that threatened to break free. "Even when I keep my eyes on you all the time, you still manage to get into trouble! God knows what would happen if my men weren't there to look after you!" A squeeze before a harsh slap. "You will not go anywhere alone from now on! You understand me?" His men? He had men after me? "You have people to stalk me? How dare you!" I went to move away, but he held me still. "Yes!" he snapped. "Because that's the only way to keep my queen safe because she is too trouble prone!"

The sound of the car keys hitting the key hanging board created quite a melodious sound before fading into the air. Sophia stood in the hall of the mansion with her head bowed down staring at the floor like a child who had committed wrong. If only the poor girl knew the truth... If only she stayed with the stranger instead of coming back to this man who only addressed himself as her husband while slept with god knows how many women behind her but expected her to remain however he wished her to be...

And she placed hers in his, "Eva." "A beautiful name, and why am I not surprised?" he raised her knuckles and kissed it, albeit still peering at her face. Salvatore felt himself cringe, which became irritation quickly when he saw her glancing at him with a raised brow and upturned lips, and he darted his eyes to the wall immediately. She laughed, "That's very nice of you, but I kinda know that already," Victor mumbled, "I'll be shocked if you don't," he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen."

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

His absence weighed heavily on her, the once warm and tender king now seemed like a distant memory. Yet, Isabel's persistence never waned despite the lack of response. She hovered near the places he frequented, hoping for a fleeting moment of recognition. But each time, her efforts were met with cold indifference. The king's attention was wholly consumed by Victoria, who basked in the glow of her pregnancy and the adoration of the court.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

“We’ve been trying to look for sources to tell us anything and tonight, a letter arrived for the Queen. It was from her former lover and he has confessed to taking the kids. I know him personally and this is an attack against me. The Queen has gone ahead to see him but she will be needing our help in getting the kids out of there. So we are going to war.” I watched them talk between themselves for a while. “My King, did you say the Queen has gone over there? What for?” “The Queen has a personal issue with the King. She wants to be the one to handle him herself and I have given her the go ahead. She'll take care of that while we work on retrieving the children. It's a personal thing for her.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

Cutting to a clip of Alaric my older brother, the King, beaming as if he’d just won a jackpot instead of discarding centuries of royal tradition. I couldn’t manage to breathe until I heard myself murmur, “No. No, no, no.” I dialed him immediately. He answered on the second ring. “Elara,” he greeted with warmth. “Tell me what I just saw on TV isn’t real.” He laughed. Laughed! “I knew you’d be the first to call.” “Alaric!” I snapped. “You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?”

The play was ridiculous and cheesy and absolutely wonderful. The story was about the Sun God and Moon Goddess falling in love but being forced to stay apart, one ruling the day, the other the night. They could only meet during eclipses, brief moments when they could touch before being separated again. Kael threw himself into the role completely, declaring his love for me in dramatic speeches that made the crowd swoon. I was supposed to be shy and ethereal, responding with gentle words about eternal devotion. “Oh, my beloved Sun God!” I said, trying not to laugh at how over-the-top it all was. “Though we are destined to be apart, my love for you burns as bright as the stars!”