King Of Despair Novels & Stories

“Damian’s a coward, but he wouldn’t dare…” “You sure?” Dez cut him off. “Maybe you should talk to him yourself. Or maybe keep thinking I’m making this up while he takes both your empires.” If what Dez said was true, then Damian had been weaving threads between us all along! “Why are you telling us this?” I asked. Dez’s smirk deepened. “Because chaos makes room for new kings. I like watching old ones fall.” Murphy cursed again under his breath. “I don’t take orders from some punk who thinks he can talk shit and walk away.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackthorne, for speaking to you so casually before. Please tell Mr. Blackthorne it won’t repeat itself.” Before I could answer, he dropped to his knees right there in the corridor, begging me. I gasped and tried to stop him. “Please, Mr. Smith, get up. I didn’t do anything. I don’t have the power to make you lose your job. You didn’t disrespect me at all!” But I could hear it in his voice. The man was terrified. My stomach turned. There was only one person who could make a humble man like this shake. It's Damian.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

The labyrinthine corridors of the palace seemed to stretch out before them, an endless maze that only deepened the turmoil brewing within their chests. Upon reaching Melina's chamber, the king's heart sank as he pushed open the door, its creak reverberating through the silence. A desperate hope welled within him, willing for a glimpse of her presence, but the room greeted him with emptiness and desolation. The king's sorrow mingled with frustration, casting a heavy pall over his once buoyant spirit. "She is truly gone, Your Majesty," Beta Kristen whispered softly, his voice barely audible amidst the weight of their shared disappointment.

"Well, hmm... You have a nasty temper. It's hard to understand you most of the time." The king coughed, which was as if an arrow had stabbed him. He simply replied, "I-I see. Anyway, you mentioned before that the spell fulfilled your desire, did my memory serve me right?" "That's what the lady told me." "Does it mean that ‘jerk’ is your desired man?" "I think so." "Seriously? That clingy and cringe jerk is what you desire? Is that how low you set your standard for a man?" "Excuse me... what? Low standard? How dare you call him low quality! He may be clingy and cringe, but his words comforted me. His sweet words were like sweet nectar on a flower."

And I stared wide mouthed, thrown off by the question, "no I don't" "Yes you do", Her eyes went to Kane and the bastard nodded alongside her, his smile turning into a mischievous grin. "She's in denial", he spurted and I glared at the traitor. "You both are making a situation where there's none. I don't like Jacob. He's a callous, self-centered arrogant dick who thinks he can get away with anything just because he has a to die for face and he's the King of Vampires". Sacha barked out a laugh, her voice cackling as she fell back on Kane's bed.

” Contempt tainted his tone. “She must’ve loved you.” “Not enough to make sure I lived. I had to do that.” He recalled many nights he fell asleep from exhaustion. Quivering with hunger and cradling his cramping stomach. Nights he’d wondered what was wrong with him. Why I wasn’t even good enough to play above. In the halls. Like the children I could hear laughing above me. Because King Ocnomad would rather see a Dread boy dead then claim him as a son. Savage presumed.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Darius couldn’t win. “Don’t look so desperate, brother,” he said. “You’re only getting what you deserve. You slaughtered my mother right in front of me. I should have done the same with Anna. But I am merciful. I am a good King. I am not you. The people will recognize that and love me for it.” I didn’t care to listen to what he was saying. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this desperate. When I watched Olivia fall from that cliff, yes. The feeling was identical to this. I had the feeling that I let her down.