King Von Mom Age Novels & Stories

He smiled as the pack member bows in respect to his Alpha before exiting the room, letting me know whatever we were about to watch was ready. “So, an important out of the blue meeting with the King and Queen would be record worthy don’t you think.” He smiles turning around the laptop and clicking play, an image of my mother standing in a tight black dress, standing in front of a mirror with a large baby bump looked back at me.

Chapter 21. Location: Red blood pack. Prince Rowan's POV. "Your mom deeply request your presence". "She's in a terrible shape and your presence is highly required" both royal cottage guard informs. My expression darkens. Negative emotions cloud my thoughts. Angrily, I toss aside both guards then super speed up the stairs towards my mom's master bedroom. My mom, also known as the queen mother has been a mess. Brother Ron's suspected death greatly ruins her. It's been only six hours since his missing but it seem as sixty centuries to her.

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

They are watching intently before they all bow their heads. It made sense. I remember a rule that was quite common in most kingdoms, the rule to pretend not to know until told… There’s excitement and pride clear in the ranks as they quietly hum their congratulations, yet respecting the royals who were gathered. I love my people. “Oh, my!” Mom says, hugging me tightly. “Xenie… I’m going to be a grandmother! Kian, she’s carrying a baby!”

~Daciana~ “Daciana! It’s time! The guests are waiting!” My mother, Agatha yelled from outside my door while I tried to finish up my makeup. Today is my eighteenth birthday and I can’t stop thinking about what my mom said to me three days ago. “My lover is King Edwin.” This sentence kept ringing in my head for reasons best known to me. Indeed, I was happy about my mother remarrying and becoming a queen, and I, a princess but…

Who was her mother and when had she seen me and had this conversation with Kim? “Your mum?” I repeat, sounding like a broken record. “Yeah. You met my mum, right? The pretty red-haired woman?” What in the crazy rich paranormal family drama is she on about? Her mother isn’t Rhea. It isn’t possible. How could a woman who looks that young be this lady’s mother? As if interpreting the confused look on my face, Kim says, “Uhh, people always wonder how Rhea can be my mother. She looks young, right? That’s because she is a witch. Just like you. She is actually eighty-nine years old….Yep, she is ancient.”

He asked in a low, broken voice. "Yes", I reply. Eighteen years ago “Mom, can you please tell me a story?” Jayden’s seven-year-old version asked his Mom”. She smiled brightly, her beautiful heart-shaped face lighting up. “What do you want to hear, my child?” “A story about royals. About a princess and a prince”. They were sitting around a small tea table, on the rooftop of their huge mansion. His mother was dressed in a flowing green gown and endowed with matching shoes, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. As a child, he had thought that she was the most beautiful woman he would ever know.

the king said, giving Kalen a chastising look. “We’re looking into James’ people, trying to narrow down who he’d trust with a baby,” an older woman said, walking up to us. Standing a little taller than me, the woman’s gray hair was cut short and, despite her age, had a strong, athletic build. “Danielle,” the king said, looking surprised. “Mom, what are you doing here?” Kalen asked, looking as surprised as his father. “Giving this woman the answers she deserves,” his mom replied.

The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always. 'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

A bigot may have raised me, but I didn’t turn out to be one. EMomma: Okay, good. Because that’s a deal breaker for me, my kids always come first. MountHD: On the same page. While my son is an adult, I don’t think I could get involved with anyone who wouldn’t accept him. MountHD: Now, back to your questions. What was next? Right age. I’m 45. I’ll be 46 in May. I would ask you, but my mother said you don’t ask a lady their age.