King Charming Descendants Novels & Stories

She was ignoring his questions as if he weren't important. "He is the bro....." The chair screeched loudly. Sean was already on his feet and striding out before anyone could process it. Azriel and Sienna shared a confused glance while Violet remained unbothered. "He is the brother of King Aurelius, who was blessed with a stone of enchantment for the heart. He was also the king of our world, but somehow, the kingdom got shifted to Zen. He is looking for that divine heart," she revealed. The couple was confused beyond measure.

"My dear Karina, it's been too long since I've seen you. You look as beautiful as ever." "Thank you, Pearson. You are too kind. Come, let us talk in private. " Karina led him to a cozy sitting room, where a fire was crackling in the fireplace. They sat on a sofa and poured themselves some wine. "Pearson, I'm so glad you came. I was worried that you might not make it in time for Simon's coronation ceremony tomorrow." "Karina, you know I would never miss such an important event." Pearson stroked her face and said, "The world never imagined that my son would become Alpha King. He has inherited your beauty and intelligence, and my strength and courage. He will be a great ruler.

Mr. Harrington gestured toward me kneeling on the floor, a note of approval in his voice. "This savage you all keep calling crazy… he's exactly the talent I had my eye on. As for this second son of the Sanders family…" He glanced at Ryan, who was still struggling not to collapse, his eyes full of contempt. "Dreaming of becoming my son-in-law using someone else's corporate welcome package? I think you might need to get your head examined." The words hit the Sanders family like a thunderbolt.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʟғ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀɢᴏ "He is here." Tayson stepped into the bright luxurious conference room and promptly bows to greet his father, who was perched on the huge leather chair. His father's head raised on his accord with pride glinting in his eyes. Tayson; the heir of Huxley Visions. The only son of the global company's owner, and undoubtedly a loyal child.

Mom and Dad celebrated my brother's birthday with luxury and also by inviting all Willis. The treasure my mother's parents left behind was a lot. There will never be seven derivatives. My mother was a descendant of knights from the famous noble family, the Gibson family. As for dad, he's just a human being from a simple family who has no descendants of knights or hunters. Those who do not have such a lineage, are considered weak and very easy to destroy. But that's just an old-fashioned thought. For now, those who have children or not, coexist peacefully without any more strife and debate.

Avery's POV Without acknowledging her protest, he pointed at the first photograph, expecting her to listen to him. “Charles Kensington,” he began. “Heir to the Kensington shipping empire. His family controls nearly half the trade routes along the East Coast. A man like him would ensure your financial security for a lifetime.” he explained. Avery eyed the picture. Charles was in his late thirties, clean-shaven, with the kind of sharp features that spoke of old money and entitlement. Somehow like Asher, but something was different with Charles. She just couldn't place it.

The girls' gushings of the prince faded into the distance until only soft music filled the tiny confines of the trailer. Since I arrived at the orphanage when I was six, I’ve had the unfortunate privilege of watching the Selection process more times than I’d like to admit. The prince was the first descendant of the Vampire King. Heir to his throne. Because of that, the royal family had tried countless times to find him a pet he desired, only to draw up short.

15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown.

Seeing her almost resembling a living skull, no one would believe that she was the most beautiful girl in the entire kingdom in the past. She's Ariana Madeline Alison. The only last descendant of the Duke of Alison, the most influential family who became a legend for working with the first king in founding the Kingdom of Sigmund. Her name has always been the target of praise since she was born. Because not only beautiful, Ariana is also very talented in presenting women's skills. Born as only one noble level below the king, it felt normal for Ariana to be immediately engaged to Crown Prince Emilio shortly after her birth. Hundreds of women cried with envy because of the good fate that the gi

But in my arrogance, I failed to see the truth: I had become her worst nightmare. Jacob sat in stunned silence, the weight of Lois’s confession and my unspoken truths sinking in. His gaze was fixed on me, searching for something—an explanation, perhaps—but I had nothing to give him. "She’s the Mad King’s descendant," Jacob finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you… you knew all along?" I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. The implications of her bloodline hung heavy between us. Everyone knew what the Mad King’s descendants were capable of—the terrifying powers of compulsion that ran in their veins.