Lauren Aquilina King Novels & Stories

said the king's adviser. “Ra-tu, please help me. The accusations about my family must just be a misunderstanding,” Lauren pleaded haltingly, her body trembling for fear of being found out if her family was guilty. "Take it easy, I will ask the king to stop his orders," replied the Queen while calming Lauran. The king looked intently at his wife who loved Lauren so much that she closed her eyes, what was Lauren's mistake. He was very disappointed with the behavior of the queen who could not distinguish between right and wrong. The king clapped his hands and two female knights entered.

"What I want, Damon, is efficiency. The prisoners are useless mouths to feed, and the rogues will eventually fall apart fighting amongst themselves. As for the slaves... well, every great kingdom needs its workers." I met her gaze, my stomach twisting at her casual cruelty. "This is not a kingdom," I reminded her. "This is not a kingdom if you destroy the future of its people." "And who rules the kingdom now?" She purred, tilting her head. My fingers curled into fists. "Kaiden," I said firmly. "Kaiden is still king." Sheila’s eyes flashed with anger. “And where’s your king now?” Sheila’s eyes flashed. "Then where is he, Damon? Still sulking in his chambers like a weak little boy? Still cryin

"Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself." "Deal!" She placed her left hand on her chest. "Benigne facis, King Arran," she added. She knelt down again, and bowed, she slowly stood up, and went out backwards. Accientsy wasted no time. When she comes home, she immediately practices alone. She needs to do this to prove to the king that even though she is a woman, she still deserves to serve the kingdom. When Dukel Murdoch returned home, he was carrying the invitation for Accientsy's participation in the exam. He slapped it on the table and sat down in front of his wife.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

I wondered if she had ever suffered from chin ache or jaw pain since she was always quick to smile brightly… as if that was why she was living. “In case you are confused, I am Sophie, a member of the ruling house of Kings, wife of the late Lycan King, Previous Luna of all Lunas, and the mother of the current King. I believe I do not have to demand your respect just because my aura had been weakened by those with evil intentions.” Kovan’s mom sounded sweet yet firm as she addressed the Lycans in attendance.

Shakily, I lift my eyes to stare the Lycan King in his green eyes. Maybe I should not have looked, maybe I should have avoided eye contact at all costs, because teh moment I look him in the eyes, my soul shatters into a million pieces. The Lycan King is my other half; the other half that completes me, nearly half the population in Alkhemi are aware of this, and yet, I couldn't choose him as my King. I let out a shaky breath, trying my best to keep my emtions under control as I say, "I am the King's Maiden. Sin's Queen." I swallow.

I wanted to pretend like nothing happened last night, but watching her do the same was like a pang in my heart. “Also, you can’t drop your snake-like act. I’m not a fool who can’t see the real you, but no matter how hard you try, you can’t take my position and title from me. Whether you accept it or not, I’m the queen of the werewolves, the official and only wife taken by the Alpha King. Not only that, I’ll be the one who will bear the first child of the Alpha King, not a whore like you." I controlled myself from laughing at how my brave Luna put Natasha in her place without me getting involved.

Of all the insults I’ve endured—princess, queen, little royal brat, royal pain, your little highness—the word Luna hits me like someone dumped sewage into my ears. Me. Daughter of the Alpha King. Future ruler. The child the prophecy demanded be born to take the throne. Being called a Luna feels dirtier than being called a whore. Kei steps toward the corpse, his voice dropping into something primally terrifying. “You do not breathe about her.” A pause. “You do not look at her.” Another pause. “You do not put your filthy mouth on her name.” Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. “Everything that is mine,” his gaze flickers back to me—slow, claiming, possessive—“is untouchable.”

“This woman is Her Royal Majesty. Queen Helena the second. The Lycan King’s mother. She’s long dead and cannot be Amber’s birth mother because…” “The timeline doesn’t add up.” Mina breathed, repeating the words Gwen spoke earlier. At the same time, her brain whirled with memories of the Lycan King and what he had said in court to Amber. Just before he approved her impertinent demand for a retrial. “The king told Amber that she reminds him of his mother.” Mina picked up the book, flipping the pages rapidly as she asked. “Where did you get this picture from? Tell me. The late Queen, how many children did she have? Maybe something lost in translation, maybe—“

Dave chuckled a little before replying “On the contrary, I’ve always been the one to defend your nerving behaviors when Laura thought the worse of you.” Really! Laura cleared her throat not liking the way the conversation headed. Still weak, she laid on the bet with a line set through her veins. She decided to introduce Lucia and Estelle who were also present in the room. “King, meet my dearest friend Lucia, and that’s her daughter Estelle. The Estelle!” She finished with a grin. “Interesting. Hello Lucia. Hello Estelle, so I finally got to meet The Estelle!” King sounded pleased as he stepped back to lean beside the door with both his hands shoved into o his pockets.