His Queen Her King Novels & Stories

All her imaginations and fantasies of even reuniting with him again, went down the drain instantly. Was he really worth it? She blinked back her tears and turned from them, the answer to her question absolutely clear in her mind and guess what? It's a capital NO. Turns out Glen Robertson had always been a perfect scumbag. And Loki knew she would be damned if she didn't make sure to bring him to his knees before her one day. And as she walked away, each step she took away from him seems to sip away every ounce of love she ever harbored for him. Such a man was never fit to father her child and she would make sure of it for life.

he said as everyone began to cheer, as Jasmine stared back at them with dark eyes and a sly smirk before a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. "I love you, my queen." "I love you too, my king." TO BE CONTINUED...

My hand moved quickly to grab her wrist and with a jerk, she fell over me. "Aaeeeee, You can't run away from me." She thinned her eyebrows looking at my flat and serious expression. "Why can't I run away from you. I got legs and I can" She said playfully trying to run again. "Abhi, only cowards do that. Running doesn't suit to a powerful Queen." I muttered looking into her eyes. She noticed my expression and replied. "Then what suits to a powerful Queen, King!" I chuckled on the mention of 'King' and puller her closer to my embrace.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

The heartbeats of the Lords were so fast and loud, I wondered if any of them could have actually done it. “So, Where is the Queen?” King Kael asked with an authoritative voice. “I will only ask once. WHERE IS SHE?!”

Close enough that my lips nearly brush his jaw. “If you want to parade me around as your mate… if you want to claim me publicly…” I whisper, my voice growing steadier and sharper, "Then be prepared to make yourself my queen.” The word lands between us like a thrown blade. “Because I already told you, Kei,” I finish softly, my eyes locked on his, “I am king.”

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!”

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

I insisted. “Alright.” He settled back in his chair, smiling as the bartender refilled his cup, a smile which she did not return. He waited until she walked away again, then took a sip of the foam off the top of his cup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Years ago, the King had a beloved consort. She was known all throughout the city for her beauty and her kindness, and the King cared for her deeply. But allegedly, the Queen grew jealous and schemed against her.” I waited for him to go on.

I tried to walk past but they blocked my way. "Great! a dumb too" "Gardenia stop it" a male voice boomed. "Why should I. If a common half-breed has the opportunity to rule us, I think I have a chance too" so that was her problem. She wanted to be Thane's mate. "The king needs a strong queen not a weakling. An asset. The people need a strong queen not a puny half-breed who can't even stand up for herself" some murmurs of approval was heard. For the first time in my life, I felt extreme hate for another person. Intense anger burned through me. I clenched my fists tightly and met her eyes.