King Sorrow A Novel Novels & Stories

He stared at me, forcing a smile, but a tear slid from the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It was all my fault. I’ve cut ties with her. I got rid of that woman. “From now on, you’ll have full control over Kingston—no one will ever mistreat you again. “Please, just give me another chance. We’ll move to another city and start over. I’ll make it up to you. I swear.” By the end, he was sobbing uncontrollably. My heart had turned to stone, yet the shimmer in my eyes was not for him—it was for the cruel fate I could not escape.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

This time, they didn’t stop. Outside his window, dawn was still hours away. But the darkness felt heavier now. Oppressive. Like something essential was watching. Waiting. Counting down to the moment when everything he was would be exposed to sunlight and burned to nothing. The Winter King, they called him. He didn’t feel like a king anymore. He felt like a boy who’d made one irrevocable mistake, and now the entire kingdom was going to die because of it.

My mom shouts, crying profusely. “Don't sell your honor, please.” She whispers, her shoulders wracking with heavy sobs. William scoffs, rolling his eyes. I truly want to wring his neck and wipe off that wicked smirk off his face. But at this moment, my father's life was way more important than my pride. I swallowed the shame and humiliation deep down and went down on my knees, hearing mom's heartbreaking sobs increase. This heart crushing pain is what I deserve for trusting the wrong person. I make a face holding my breath as I bend to kiss his shoe.

The word slid through her like smoke. Her knees touched the cold floor. The sound echoed. Her head lowered. The collar dug into her throat. The court cheered. The musicians played. The rose oil burned against her skin. She felt the world shrink to a single point. Him. His mark. His eyes. And beneath all the humiliation, beneath the pain, something darker pulsed inside her. It was no longer fear. It was a hunger she didn’t want to name. Khalid raised his hand, silencing the court. “She is mine,” he said. “From this day until the sun forgets the desert.”

Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation. I smiled. They had brought this all on themselves. Karma had finally caught up with them. Caleb wrapped me in his arms, and we walked away. My life was finally taking on new meaning. After our child was born, we moved to Dad's island, living a blissful married life. Those who were insignificant had long vanished with the passing of time. From now on, I only wanted to cherish the people in front of me.

But even with all that, she hadn’t deserved… this. A trash bag. That’s where they found her, dumped like she was nothing. I shuddered at the thought, gripping the book tighter in my hands. How could anyone do something so heartless? Chloe was a lot of things, but she had a family. A mother who was now left with nothing but grief. No matter how much we didn’t get along, no one deserved that kind of ending.

How could I let his sacrifice be in vain? I pulled out my phone and opened the only unread message. I called the anonymous number without a second thought. … Stepping out of the funeral home with Dad's ashes, the sky opened up. I did not bother with an umbrella. The rain turned my wounds pale and raw, the chill seeping deep into my bones. However, my heart was already icy, just like the ashes I carried. Right then, the shrill roar of an engine sliced through the downpour. A sleek black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, its tires cruelly splashing a wave of muddy water from a puddle, soaking me to the skin.

The Alpha King was sitting on his throne, his expression dark. Before the steps leading to his throne, Dad, Vanessa, Jenna, Malia, and the core members of the Greyridge pack were kneeling. Their hands had been bound and shackled in silver chains. Their faces were all as white as a sheet, while their entire bodies trembled in fear. Along both sides of the hall stood rows of elders, royal emissaries, and warriors. I strode into the hall, my gaze sweeping across my pack members kneeling on the ground before finally resting on the Alpha King.

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.