King Charming Descendants Novels & Stories

"Of course not, Grandpa! Don't say that sort of thing! How can I fall for him when he has a wife? And besides, I've only met him a couple of times!" When Henry saw Charmaine's reddened cheeks, he teased her, "You can always be his second wife! Just look at Edward. Hasn't he always been pining to marry Diane as a second wife?" Gideon's expression sank at once as he stood at one side. "Not a chance. Charmaine is the only daughter of our family, and she'll inherit our family's property in the future. Severin might be a very capable person, but that doesn't mean he's eligible to marry my precious daughter! I think you're just exaggerating his ability!"

“Except for that traitor. My grandfather actually met him when he was young. It was at a time when Mr. Clinton was experiencing a family economic crisis and had a lot of debt. Therefore, his grandfather helped him voluntarily and adopted him as an adopted son because of his friendly attitude. But since I'm the only one left out in this lineage, maybe this is the reason why he betrayed himself because he felt that he wasn't considered.” "Oh, I see." Charlotte took it seriously. According to the genealogy of the royal family, the actual descendants of the Godnation kingdom are not as many as other kingdoms. Because since the first king, the offspring produced are only a maximum of three childr

The news spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom, and people from far and wide came to witness this remarkable event. The triplets, two boys and a girl, were a sight to behold. They had inherited their parents' striking features—fair hair, piercing blue eyes, and a regal air about them. The eldest of the triplets, Prince Logan, was named after his grandfather, a symbol of the lineage he carried. The second-born, Prince Henry, possessed a mischievous twinkle in his eye, promising a spirited and adventurous nature. And the youngest, Princess Amelia, was as delicate as a flower, her presence captivating all who laid eyes upon her.

she walked out and came back inside with Dad, an advanced man, a young boy who had a little resemblance to my Diana, and another middle-aged man. “You must be Leonard.” the advanced man said, and I nodded. “I’m Charles King of the United Kingdom, that’s my son Prince Derrick, and my personal assistant Ben.” Charles introduces. “Nice to meet you. Can you tell me the reason for your visit?” I asked, going straight to the point.

"King Alexander’s only child who just so happened to be the greatest alpha of the biggest pack to have ever existed in the Southern region is my great great great, ok very great grandfather.” “Bullshit.” I snorted. “There’s no way we are related to alpha Jacob.” “It’s true, we are in fact descendants of his bloodline.” She squealed with excitement. I couldn’t believe it, I had read about that man for years my dissertation in university was solely based on him. I admired his accomplishments and wished to be like him minus the ruthlessness." “That’s right baby, you come from a long line of great people.” She smiled. “You’re a king and the last of your kind.”

Gavin nodded and said with a serious and thoughtful expression, “Indeed. If relatives of a family marry, the child born will either have a deformity or be a genius!” Dexie asked, “Genius?” Upon hearing this, Dexie was astonished. Gavin nodded and said, “Apart from birth defects, the child inherits all the advantages of the parents. They are all beautiful, intelligent, highly intelligent, and have the purest lineage! Haven’t you noticed that those royal family members, whether they are relatives or direct descendants, are extremely beautiful? This is because they were all chosen after careful selection. It’s just that such a practice is too inhumane for the royal family, so they secretly exec

Just like the countless days that had passed, she still found herself at this very same position, looking down at them. Lowlifes. That was what her father calls them, but not her. Instead, she sees them as something to have fun with to pass time, as she was trapped in the mansion she called her home. Yes she was Kliara, and yes, Kliara with a K. And she was born into royalty to the GREAT house of FINTH. Kliara’s parent are descendant of a long ancient lineage that was described as high born and highly respected by people, so Kliara has received the most expensive and exquisite training since her upbringing.

So she had to re-think. How come I'm just thinking about that now? She asked herself. Charity was the seventh child of Uncle Kay, (short for Kayode) She was a bit chubby and light skinned, a beautiful girl with artificial long nails and eye lashes. She was surprisingly the same height with Cookie and looked intimidating but Cookie likes her. Charity looks neat and always added effort to look beautiful. It was the reason why her face was always caked with makeup unlike Cookie who was always on nude makeup or nothing.

Could Lois’s children be mine? His chest tightened. The thought was absurd. I am cursed… damned to never father heirs. How could I, of all men, produce six healthy children? His lips parted, muttering aloud, “Impossible. This is fantasy.” Still, the suspicion clawed at him. Every royal bore a mark at the back of the ear, a pearl-like ridge of flesh. If he touched it, he would know. Slowly, he reached toward Conall’s ear—but the boy slapped his hand away with surprising force.

“He looks just like his father. It’s wonderful that he’s finally home where he belongs. Hopefully… he heals.” Scarlet tensed beside me. The subtle reminder that this wasn’t my home stung. Before I could respond, heavy footsteps approached. A woman with a silver-blonde braid walked toward us. She looked me up and down with open disdain, lips curling. Did every noble woman in this kingdom enjoy looking down on others? “So you’re the packless stray the King dragged back,” she said bluntly, her tone dripping with contempt. “How… quaint. I suppose even a king needs his diversions.”