King Of Despair Novels & Stories

He was not just a king who had lost control. He was a man who had been carrying the weight of an entire kingdom on his shoulders for three centuries, and he had never once asked for help. He had never let anyone see how heavy the burden truly was. But I could see it now, written in the lines of his face, in the slump of his shoulders, and in the hollow emptiness of his golden eyes. But he was drowning in his own despair. "You cannot fix a kingdom from a dark room," I said. "you have to step into the light first."

he replies against her clit, making her moan from the vibrations of his voice. Valerie could only suppress her moan and call King Darius. …~... “Darius, you know how much I’ve missed you. You’ve been gone for days, you just returned, and now you’ve left again. Don’t you love me anymore?” King Damien bites Valerie clit the moment those words leave her lips. She has to clamp her mouth shut from the moan that tears from her throat. “I'll call you later,” King Darius says firmly, hanging up, and fear grips Valerie.

My presence made him glance up, and in that moment, I realized what I had missed all along. Kade King Majesty was the master of the game. He had to be cold and calculating to survive. Raised in the wealthiest castle, shaped by a king and queen to rule, the Only Alpha Wolf… yet he couldn’t sleep peacefully at night. He couldn’t be free. Not even in love. Karma had already started its work. Justice cloaked in discomfort and restlessness. I didn’t need to dirty my hands. I couldn’t win anyway. I had no crown. No throne. No immortality. Just losses. Too many.

It's not difficult for Sebastian to restrain Klaus, especially with so much silver and moonstone keeping him weak. I take the object from the box and turn around, smiling at Klaus, and I can see from my reflection how much I'm enjoying this. Seeing the desperation on his face, something completely different from yesterday. "NO! NO! NO!" Klaus screams, squirming, trying to bite Sebastian, desperate to get free. "I'm a KING!" I laughed out loud at the last statement. "No, you're not..." I replied and moved closer, bending down. "You were one once... And one of the worst I've ever met."

Edward and I got to the last floor , That was when I noticed the he was half naked he only had his trouser on ,I got a clear view of his back he had a large tattoo of two wings on his back ,I quickly averted my eyes from his back because I was already having stupid thoughts,I look at his hand he was holding his sword tightly ready to strike " What going on here" His voice was loud enough that everyone stood still. " I wouldn't repeat myself what's going on here " Lady Alice burst into laughter . " Haha... Finally the king and his whore has decided to listen to me " " Alice behave yourself " " Why should I behave myself , You ...you have finally made me a laughing stock among my peers ,Do you

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

When he didn't speak I patted the space next to me. "Tell me about it..." I said. Curiosity made me forget my anger, Cyrus had spoken about his mate troubles before. As with looked at me with guarded eyes, I motioned to the empty space next to me. "You know everything about me at this point," I spoke, "it's your turn." Cyrus sighed sitting down next to me. "The king has grown impatient with me being unmated," Cyrus spoke "He's determined to change that when I return."

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

turned to look and suddenly realised that the magazine Cyrus had just thrown in front of him was indeed the one he had just read on the farm. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable because someone was stalking his privacy, but Derek Thomas's smile fanned the fire of pain burning inside him. All other senses became pale under the pain. suffering. Cyrus leaned against the dressing table to watch him shovel his rice open, snorting coldly, "What, one piece of bullshit news is enough to demoralise you?" Cyrus raised the corner of his lips, showing contempt, "It's okay to be ugly, even if your fighting ability is weak. I see that you are not only healthy and farming, you have no other advantages."