I Bought The Exiled King Novels & Stories

I think I'm okay with that. Marcus looked surprised. “You?” “Oh, yes. Exile might be exactly what I need. A fresh start, new opportunities, a chance to... evaluate my priorities.” What I didn't tell them was that with memories from several lifetimes, I now had knowledge of the territory, the Pack's dynamics, and strategic opportunities they couldn't even imagine. Exile wasn't punishment—it was liberation.

Chapter 3: Old Love Nothing in this world has ever piqued my interest to the point that I would go to extreme lengths to have it. Until I met Grimoire Azriel. I don't want to be a princess. I want neither a crown nor a castle; I only want him, but the universe doesn't even want to grant that one wish.

A warrior whispered, “She sounds like royalty.” I snapped back instantly, “That is because I am.” The wolves froze again. Marek coughed softly. “Aveline.” I glared. “What? They asked.” Lucian stepped back, processing. “You are telling us you are a royal exile who fell through a magic portal into our territory.” “Yes,” I said with a shrug. “Does this not happen often?” “No,” he said. “It does not happen ever.” “Strange,” I muttered. “It happened to me yesterday.”

If they had my clothes, it wouldn't have taken long for them to figure out that I'm not from the valley tribe. "Where exactly is this? How did I get here? What do you do?" I asked, confused, as the man kept staring at me like he was crazy about me. The man replied, "This is the land of Drakkons." I wanted to scream "LIAR!" in his face, but that wouldn't have been good for my cover "When my men were patrolling an area where an avalanche happened, they found you. When you were found and brought to my camp, you were barely breathing and almost frozen. I, on the other hand, am the King of Drakkons."

The city lights blurred. Elara pressed her palm to her belly. The life inside moved again, a tiny stubborn beat. She whispered, “I will keep you safe,” and did not know if promise was brave or foolish. A message flashed on her phone: CONFIRMATION: TRANSACTION COMPLETE—from Adrian’s office. She swallowed hard. The words felt like a lock. They drove through streets bright with other people’s lives. The car turned into a quieter road. Elara watched the city recede and thought of names—Victor Hale, board members with polite faces. She thought of how easy it was for men to turn rumor into law.

Shandri Dumein a twenty-four years old lady has long wavy silver hair with bluish eyes and porcelain skin. She is condemned as the villainess and the wife of the king. Standing near the window, she watches the central garden in the palace outside her office in deep thoughts. (It has been five years since I possessed this body and got married to the King. Within those five years, I did not change anything with the flow of the story. I never did read this novel and yet here I am living in here as the villainess.

STEFAN’S POV I was exiled and the only place I could go to was the human world to stay hidden from the supernatural world. I, King Stefan, who was once revered was now exiled from my kingdoms. I entered the portal, with determination to start a new life. ~ A few years later… “Boss, your schedule for today is a bit hectic. You have a meeting with Mr. Greenfield, Mrs. Walter and you have a golf date with Miss Jenny.” My secretary informed me as he held the document.

Truly, I’d had nothing to do with this. “I have no choice but to take action now,” the King said. “Piers.” Piers was shoved forward, a soldier at either of his arms. Josephine was nearer her father, looking much healthier than yesterday. Today, her face carried a look of clear relief. “Your engagement to my daughter is null and void. You are exiled from my pack, never to return. Do you understand?” “This isn’t fair,” Piers said. “He understands,” the King said, even as Piers argued.

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.