King Von Mom Age Novels & Stories

“I’m not your King right now, I’m your son, and I hope your friend.” “Oh, Orrin,” Mother takes my hand, and I smile. “The thing is – gosh, I don’t know how to say this. I never thought this would happen to me, and I don’t know why it has now; I’m forty-five!” “But you don’t look a day over twenty-five,” I say sarcastically with a wink. She’s a Royal, of course; she doesn’t look over twenty-five. Mum playfully rolls her eyes. “What happened?” I probe. “I found my second chance mate.” What?!

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

That’s why my mom gives them a lifetime punishment, because she knows Boy is her older brother’s son—and she’ll be guilty if she does something bad to Boy. My mom wants to behead them, but she knows their funeral cannot change everything. She promises to be a kind and tough Queen. She won’t do anything without thinking about it several times and asks the whole Royal Member how she should react to a question. She’s a copy of Grandpa. “Kate? What are you doing today?” Mom asked me. “Camu-Camu candied. It’s good for your body. Share it with Grandma too,” I answered. Mom giggled. “Do you make it by yourself?”

Her long glorious red locks cascaded down her shoulder in loose curls. “I had a hunch,” I told her frankly. “But did the King accept the suggestion?” “Nathaniel has ruled for over six hundred years.” Mother waved her hands in dismissal. “He has no other choice but to hand over his reign to his son.” I didn’t say anything as my mother discussed several other aspects regarding the change of leadership and the tasks that would be involved in the coronation. My mother was over twelve centuries old and had been a ruler for a millennium now. She didn’t need my help to run her kingdom and neither did she need to tell me all the details involving Lancelin’s coronation ceremony. I realized that she w

He couldn't bear to take the risk. Even at my company, I hardly employed unmated she-wolves, so it came to me as a surprise that Rylee was able to work there. As I sat across from my parents, I watched my mother bless the meal after the three maids left us. Mom was 62 years old, but she still looked like an under-40-year-old woman. Her face had fewer wrinkles, and her mother, who was 80, was still alive, but she doesn't live with us and only visits.

"Mom, how did you even decide to marry me off to him? If you want me dead, you might as well just say it!" I slammed my hand down on the table and stood up, the mocking grin on my face growing wider. "Mom, Dad, I'm actually curious. Have you ever treated me like a human being? That man is almost 40, and I'm only 23. You want me to marry him? A divorced man? "You both know exactly what happened in his last marriage, and you still want to marry me off to him. Are you trying to get me killed?" Dad stood up and slapped me across the face. "Regina, is that how you talk to your parents? I've been holding back ever since you walked in!"

My mother lived in the mortal world for three years. In all that time she never once spoke of Olympus. But now and then Julian would hear something from a merchant passing through town: that the King of the Gods was searching for a woman, that he had shut Hera away, that he had let Hera out again, that he had stripped his statue from Alcyoneus. And one thing more, which the merchant let fall lightly and my mother caught and kept, every word of it: that the King of the Gods was said to have sat alone before Hebe’s shrine for a whole month, letting no one near, and that not even Hera had dared go to call him away.

Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me. A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead. Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.

My claws had me sliding all the way out the side door of the castle. 'DAMN MARBLE FLOORS!!' I roared in my head. When outside, I was met with an already sparring Leolo, and Bahms mother, watching the vampires from under her Hanok's curvy roof. His mother was actually from the Neolithic period of Korea. Born in seven-thousand B.C. Making her the oldest in the kingdom. I know she didn't want me to fight either, it was mostly a message for Bahm, but I wouldn't mind putting on a little show for her, since her son is too busy ogling over a nymph!

Jennifer said "bro don't want the throne it's his wish mom" mom said "his wish, what do you mean by it, all these years though I'm a royal blood still I didn't got any attention which I dreamed for because of my brother, now his son is getting all the attention instead of my kids, when I can rule this royal estate? if it continues like this only" jennifer said "when I become the queen automatically power will be in your hands mom, then your dream comes true to get the authority over everyone" mom was shocked and asked "WHAT"