King Von Mom Age Novels & Stories

--- I imply to her. If there's one thing my mother hates in this life, it's being called a crown. Even though she is in her late fifties, she insists that she is not that old, and to be honest, she is not wrong. Mom is still beautiful, with everything very much on her feet. The stamina she has leaves many a young girl on the floor. "She says, throwing the pillow at me, and without much difficulty I grab it. Get out of my face before I hit you."

Then, she reminds me not to emulate such behavior. But now, our conversation has turned to Adam. Of all people, Adam? She continues to extol Adam's achievements at such a young age. As she speaks, she smiles proudly, almost like Adam's proud parents. But I can't blame her. Adam is truly remarkable. At 28, he has already achieved so much. "You know, whoever Adam ends up marrying will be so lucky. A princess's life. Golden spoon and all," Mom remarked, shaking her head slightly. "Mom, he doesn't even have a girlfriend, how could he have a wife?"

That was sorted but many questions weighed on my mind. “Who was coming for my throne?” I thought to myself and looked at Curtis who had been connected to my mind all this while. He asked, “Who do you least expect to be the enemy?” I didn't get the chance to respond, my mom’s face popped into my chamber. She strolled to me with a smile and I immediately smile back because I haven't seen her in so many days. “King Archie, howdy?” My mom stated. “I am Kovan to you mom. How do you keep forgetting that?”

Only a few frames showed portraits of past rulers of the pack and even one had a picture of the moon goddess herself. "Mother," someone called out. We had not even gotten half way into the hallway when they called for the queen. Abruptly, we all turned towards the direction of the voice. One of the daughters of the king and queen, anyone could see the striking resemblance, plus they had similar scent. "I have been looking everywhere for you, father seeks your attention at the moment," the girl who was about 17 years old rushed to her mother. She had blonde hair and just like her mother, she wore an overly exaggerating gown.

she pointed out. “Come on, honey. Don’t make this day any harder than it needs to be. We need to celebrate the big day together.” “It’s just a little over a month away, Mom. It doesn’t seem that special,” Catherine argued. “Nonsense. It is special. You are sixteen years old. You’re no longer a child. No longer a baby. Now that you’ve grown, I expect more of you. You’re going to be a queen someday, honey. Your coronation is only a few weeks away. There’s so much you still have to learn, Catherine. So many things that you need to accomplish first,” her mother insisted.

Mother was Devastated that I threw him away like tissue. Mother was a strong woman, She ran this Kingdom with help of Fathers most trusted men. I was only ten When father was Killed. Too young to Claim the title. Once I hit the Age of sixteen, I claimed what was rightfully Mine. Mother moved on after Fathers death. 'Sadly' she had come close with a king from another Kingdom. Deluca kingdom to be exact, she became pregnant right after her affair with him. He did not want nothing to do with her after that or her Bastard child as he called it.

before mom could go on, I cut her off. "No, mom, we can't tell them just yet. Think about it yourself. She's nine years old and mated to the kings, whose emotions are ten times more than the average alpha. Everyone knows how ruthless we can get; which parent would want to leave their only daughter in such a case." I said. "He's right, darling. We can't tell James as of yet." Said, dad. Mom sighed and nodded.

No one could ever move on from this. I became queen at 9. I studied diligently and tried my hardest to live up to the people's expectations. By the age of 15, I was running things in my realm. I became more powerful than my mother & grandmother combined. I wish they were still here to see me. At least my father was proud. That's all I needed right now. Can you see me mom? I’m trying.. I’m trying so hard.

“What if we send her back to Hexeton for a week or so to stay with her grandparents? When they show up to collect her, we say she’s not here?” “Won’t that just upset the king?” Mother asks, sitting down on the couch. Harvey claims a chair and begins to sip his coffee, making a face like it’s not right. I decide I should sit as well, though I really just want to go outside and look for that deer again. Harvey shrugs. “I doubt the king actually knows which women to expect. He’s probably just waiting in his bedroom for someone. Surely, more than one girl in the kingdom turns twenty-one today.”

"Mom, really? Everyone says I’m your twin. The only difference is my hair is blonde." Mom was beautiful and smart. She had long, dark brown hair that shone in the sunlight, a petite waist, and a confident but humble presence. Her sharp mind and charm made her a successful lawyer—she passed the bar at 22 while pregnant with me. Now at 39, she looked like she was in her early 20s. It was no wonder a rich guy like Rick wanted her. "You’re right," Mom laughed. "Let me get ready really quick. I love you, my baby girl." She placed a kiss on my forehead and went to her room.