King Of Clover Novels & Stories

“We get the gist. Don’t ruin future garden walks for our girl, Cassia.” I wouldn’t look at that garden the same way ever again. “The point is, maybe the king doesn’t want a one-night thing with you,” Groth said between laughs. “And yet he has abandoned me.” I wanted to hurl the disgusting porridge and the plate at Karl’s head. “Girl, it’s only been this morning since you guys had your… fight. He’s the king; he’s busy by default,” Sienna said, grabbing my bowl—clearly anticipating my next move, and began gulping it down.

Queen Megan's breath quickened, knowing the king was onto her, her earlier excitement had dwindled down, pushing down the lump that had formed in her throat. “Even if we found her, it would not be possible for her to create what she had done. This is because the ingredients she made use of are none existent anymore.” The king's growing anger which she saw through his eyes made her nervous but she continued, “The Dactyls clove flower is the rarest of them all and can only be grown once in a blue moon, and the last plant had been used up to make this pendant.” She hid the part where she had received a gift of a whole bunch from her uncle and it had also been stolen as that would only make the

The next thing I knew, he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style as he walked towards the room. He laid me down on the bed, his chest partially resting on mine. The intense look he gave me made my legs weak and tremble uncontrollably. But then, he suddenly got up and went to the closet, pulling out a closed gown that I recognized as mine. How did he have my gown? My heart raced as Jackson approached me, handing me the clothing. "Can you wear this?" Jackson asked, and I took the gown from him, feeling a bit uneasy as I stared at it.

In front of the rock stands an altar, and the opening around the stone is decorated with green and red gems. And stood at that Alter stands my King dressed in an Emerald cloak and crown. I gasp “He looks so handsome. “It’s beautiful”, I whisper as Ophelia guides me to stand next to Ash before she takes her place at the altar. The wolves gather around as Ophelia raises her hands and says, please Welcome our lost Dragon King and Queen.…

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

Clover is the only one in the Wreath who knows my background. I roll my eyes at his comment, refraining from mentioning that referring to the king as "old man" would earn him a tongue-lashing from Father. "Just the usual. A day in the life of royalty, you know?" Clover raises an eyebrow, pretending to be incredulous. "Ah, yes, the glamorous life of a prince. It must be tough, dealing with all that luxury and privilege." I smirk. "You have no idea, my friend. But let's not dwell on that. How's training been? Any new moves you're itching to try out today?"

Claire nodded at her brother’s words. “Kuya, will I be like Mommy someday? Wearing a crown?” “Of course! You’re a princess—it’s bound to happen, Claire.” “But Kuya, I don’t want it. Those elders are always blaming Mama. I heard them.” Clark was startled by her words and turned to look at her. “Claire, were you eavesdropping on the elders?!” His voice rose in alarm. Clark was three years older than Claire and more aware of the palace’s politics, especially since he was the next King.

"Now, what do you want, and how did you find me here?" "What, are you expecting that I will be needing a tour guide just to find you? Well, I'm sorry, Your Highness, to disappoint you and disturb you in your merry moment," she replied. "Can't you just answer the fu***** questions? Do you have to be sarcastic?" "Oh, what can I do? I am a very curious person." "You're a werewolf CLOVER," he replied, stressing her name as the two other than they were watching them bickering at each other. They enjoyed how they talked back at each other and how their king was trying to extend his patience.

He then gazed at Claus. “I feel reckless.” “Not for long.” Claus said as he beamed. “It seems there is celebration at the human kingdom.” “Celebration?” King Morton scoffed. “What are they celebrating exactly?” “It seems he’s got himself a heir.” Claus said as he gazed at the King amused. “Why do you sound happy about this? I feel all sore just sitting here lacking a strategy on how to make them lose and surrender to me.” King Morton said angrily. “The heir is a daughter.” Claus added. King Morton, about to take another sip of wine, stopped in an instant. He kept the chalice on the table and gazed at Claus.