King's Avatar Drama Novels & Stories

the King said, getting up from his seat and then gesturing to Zeke to wait outside. "I've talked to Avivit about the nightmares" her ears picked up as the hair on her back stood, she didn't turn her body to him, yet her attention was on what he was saying, "She said we need to make rites today, so it's time," he said, taking out a shirt, wearing it. He sat at the bedside, waiting for his mate to get ready. After some minutes, maybe hours, she reluctantly stood up and wore a plain blue gown, which didn't decrease her beauty. She walked out of the room without waiting for her mate as Zaccheaus trailed behind her, watching as she was swaying her hips unintentionally. He wanted to touch her but

I fell silent. "Think of something and help me. Do your best, please. I will continue to give you vitamins when the king is present and I will pretend to be a wolfsbane but help me to keep him in place with his plan "says Dr. Archer but it doesn't end well to say that the door opens and the abomination of the century, that ass of king enters the room as if he were already the master of the whole world. “Good evening, my love!” says the king and he approaches me and tries to kiss me, but as usual I turn my head avoiding any contact with him. The king looks at me intently and suddenly raises his hand and slaps me on the face:

He looked to see his ava was also covered in sweat her breaths just as hard as his luke he had stopped breathing his whole being alight with release “i.... what the fuck was that” he whispered into the ceiling “your future” ava whispered making him look over at her “we are both yours my king and we plan to show you over and over” his ava said making his member twitch making luke laugh breathlessly “you really are insatiable” “lets see if thats true” he whispered turning and falling on top of luke “ass up! fuck you feeling sore, i want more” he said making his ava laugh “i want next”..........................................

Three knocks. Hard. Urgent. Prince Liam’s eyes narrowed as he turned. “That’s the royal signal,” he muttered. “It means someone important is requesting entry.” My blood froze. “Who?” I whispered barely audibly. He didn’t answer. Because the doors opened now and the King stepped inside. King Draeven. Tall, cold, and covered in authority like armor. His eyes scanned the room and then they landed on me after which everything in my body went still. “Ava Varyn,” he said. His voice was like iron wrapped in velvet, deceptively soft. “We need to talk.”

Jack looked at her in admiration " I'm proud of you " Ava blushed and said nothing. Jack extended his arms for Liam to be brought to him. Ava reluctantly gave in, it felt good to carry a kid in her arms, she thought wistfully. She wished she had a child of her own but on the other hand, she was not ready because she still had lots of things to do before finally settling down. She had to make sure she was absolutely free from her so called family. Soon, she thought. The pay at the King's mansion was good so she would be able to save enough money and quit this job. She would start a new life somewhere else, in a nice place, rent an apartment and live a quiet, peaceful life.

"O gods, when will this hand-to-mouth life end—I just want to crown Elara with flowers as soon as I can, and stay with her until the end of time." A simple wish, a little childish. It looked laughable now. But he turned the slip over, and on the back was her reply, in her handwriting. "Even if I have to sleep in a cold stone cave my whole life, I'd still marry Aetheon. I'd stay with him to the end of the world." The unbreakable king of the gods felt his spine go out of him, and he collapsed flat on the cold marble floor. After that he started living like a dead man walking.

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

I inhaled deeply, bracing myself for the impending situation. "Presenting His Majesty, Davis Blackthorn, King of the Rogues!" The announcement was heard over the commotion. I turned, still interested about her. And there she was. Adorned in diamonds and silk, Avy looked breathtaking. However, what really chilled my blood was the man standing next to her. The Rogue King, Davis Blackthorn. He put his arm lustfully around Avy's waist. I struggled to maintain a neutral expression as they drew near. I was driven by my inner wolf to seize what was rightfully ours. "Alpha-elect," Davis said with a tilt of his head.

King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction. The first bubble of the heating mixture sounds and Draco jumps towards the now sparse plumes. But his ally, Adriel, seizes the tail of his flying robe making the witch king fall. King Elon realises that he was about to be fooled and attempts to leap over the other to Kings who are now wrestling on the floor. Draco still manages to tackle Elon's foot causing the young king to fall over them. "I will take it on your behalf, darling," King Elon's mother trying to skirt around the brawl to ge

Note from Katherine Jaynara Welcome back to the My Four Mates universe <3 Four Kings for Christmas is a festive short set a couple of months after the end of Bullied By My Four Mates. We see Ava and her mates deal with new problems in the Kingdom whilst maneuvering around the issue of Ava's infertility. Much love from me to you this festive season. CHAPTER 1: GROWING PAINS Two Months Ago… AVA My heart pounded like a war drum as I stood in the council chamber, my crown feeling heavy. The advisors' voices blend into a cacophony of worry, each word hammering home the gravity of the situation the Kingdom was in.