His King Her Queen Novels & Stories

Cox glowering at her. She could also feel another pair of eyes melting through her skin, turning her eyes to the head of the table, she was met with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Alex Donovan, the ruthless billionaire CEO and also the most eligible bachelor in City M, in fact the country. The pictures she had come across while doing her research had not done him justice. She aimed a smile at him and turned to listen to the presentation Mr. Cox was giving. The next 10 minutes passed in a haze of boredom. This was probably the worst PowerPoint presentation she had ever seen and that was saying a lot.

Sarah stammered, her pink lips parting slightly as she uttered a few words, then hurriedly grabbed her bag and shyly fled the scene! It wasn’t until she reached the villa’s entrance that she realized Adrian had already sent a driver to wait there to take her to the office. Glancing back, she saw Adrian standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching her leave, and he even blew her a kiss in an extremely flirtatious manner! Sarah blushed and closed her eyes, silently scolding herself: She’d been wrong—he wasn’t a fox with a big tail at all; he was a male peacock with its tail spread wide!

At the far end of the room, two thrones stood elevated on a crystal dais. And seated there— A king and queen. The king was broad-shouldered and severe, dressed in white and silver robes edged in frost-blue. A crystal crown rested over dark hair streaked with silver. His eyes were sharp and cold. Beside him sat the queen, regal and composed, her pale hair braided intricately beneath a slender crown of crystal branches. But unlike the king’s hard expression— Her eyes widened the moment she saw Alaric. Then both their expressions turned furious.

“It is, and I’m asking you why? You told me about having to deny. I’m not asking you to deny anything.” “There’s nothing to deny. We aren’t together.” “Anyone who stepped into this room now and sees us would beg to differ.” “This is the only thing we have in common, and sex doesn’t mean we are together.” “The king and queen had little in common, but they made it work.” I couldn’t believe he just compared me to the Queen and it might have been complimentary, but I did not see it that way. I tried getting off, but he held my waist and kept me on him. “I am not the queen, and you’re not the alpha king.”

Alexander stated as he stood up and handed his hand for Jingfei to hold as support. “Thank you!” Jingfei uttered to the young lady who took her bag and stood up. The two then went out from the door in the kitchen that is connected to the parking lot. --------- Author's Note: Hi! Hello! How are you all? Thank you for ready The Queen's Search for Love. Stay safe everyone. Love, Jinli

He remembered the little things I loved…the perfume I loved, the heels I’d stared at through shop windows like they were a dream I’d never reach. I lifted the bottle first, fingers trembling. The glass was cool against my palm. I spritzed once on my wrist, and the scent wrapped around me, It felt like a hug I hadn’t realized I needed. Then the heels. I slipped them on, and they fit perfectly, like they’d been waiting for me. The red soles flashed with every step, a quiet declaration of war. “You look like a queen,” she whispered. “Like you’re about to conquer the entire damn world.”

Royal meals have a cadence to them. The rhythm and tempo set by the most senior member among them. Filled with tradition and ceremony, some so old the meaning has been lost and only the choreography remains. The King has the feeling of a steady bass drum. The type of rhythm that pushes you forward, unforgiving in its pace and dutiful to its mission. The Queen is his only diversion from keeping the pace of a steady beat. Her attention is never too far removed from her mate, her devotion on display. Her gown the exact same shade of blue as the flourishes stitched into the King’s jacket. If dressing is an art form, the Queen is a master. Her gown and accessories perfectly complement the King. M

Hadrien and Harrison laughed at Heldrix, who was just glaring at Heather’s back, but not making a move to retaliate or take his children back. Heli just shook his head at his stupid siblings, turning his attention back on his mate, who was just happily listening to his siblings’ mates’ plans on where and what to buy at Regia Luximere. It was a couple of minutes later when the door creaked open and revealed the King and Queen. All the conversation had been cut off at their arrival, and everyone’s attention focused on them. “Is everyone here?” The Queen asked, mentally counting her children and their mates. She nodded in satisfaction when she learned they were already complete.

“I was just telling your son the truth about his heritage. About his whore of a mother.” The King’s face went pale. He turned to Isaac, who stood frozen in place, his world crumbling around him. “Isaac—” “Is it true?” Isaac demanded, his voice breaking. “Am I not your son?” The King sighed, suddenly looking much older than his years. He called for a servant, who appeared almost immediately—Isaac realized later that the King must have summoned him before entering the kitchen, perhaps having been alerted to the Queen’s state. “Take Her Majesty to her chambers,” the King instructed. “Stay with her until she falls asleep.”

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.