Laurie King Novels Novels & Stories

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

“ You can never escape me, Lorie. No matter where you run to, I will always find you. You will never escape your destruction…”

She's beautiful with dark hair cascading in waves, brown eyes that seem kind even in paint, a gentle smile, and delicate features. I know who this is before I read the plaque. Saskia Bloodmoon. Queen. Beloved. Beloved by whom? Not Valerian. He rejected her. I move deeper into the room and see more personal items—books on a nightstand and a half-finished embroidery hoop. And on the desk, a diary. Leather-bound and well-worn with pages yellowed with age. I shouldn't read it. This is private and sacred. My hands are opening it before I can stop myself.

During the night security in the harem was tight but in the day she could roam wherever she pleased, however limited. The library is where she spent all her time, no one went there, not even the King. She’d read lots of books, mostly ones of adventure and the outside world. And in this place she saw the prince. Clang! Clang! She heard weapons clashing against one another. Keanna sprung to her feet and wrapped her robe around her, she ran off outside. This was her last chance to live and step outside. For when a new king ascends the throne, the women of the previous King will either be released or killed. There was no guarantee she’d escape safely, however she still wanted to leave.

she sniffed again and finally took the stairs to her room. ************ Valerie knocked on the King's door and after a few seconds, his deep voice ushered her in. "Come in" She opened the door carefully and walked in, finding him on his writing table at first glance. "My King" she called sweetly, bowing her head. It was dark and she wondered why he had to stress his eyes with the lamp light, writing. What's he even writing anyway? "How're you doing Valerie?" Lincoln asked, dipping his feathers into more ink and continuing on the scroll.

A soft knock on her door had Lady Aurora looking up. "Come in," she called out. A timid maidservant entered and bowed deeply. "The king wishes to see you." "My father," Aurora corrected with a sigh, "the king is my father. You say my father wants to see me." "My sincere apologies, my lady. Your father wishes to see you." "You may leave." Aurora shut the leather-bound book she had been reading and rose. Her right hand lazily untied her hair as she walked out of her room. Long tender blonde curls cascaded down her rigid back.

" Really sister so tell me what's your dreams " " I want to become the queen of Atlantis girl, The queen but that witch just wouldn't let me be " " It's okay so tell me what can I help you with " " Oh don't worry the king's fiancee asked for a fresh baked cake so that's what am doing right now " " So can I help you with that " " Yes you can " We started talking about order things while mixing the cake , Just then two maids worked into the kitchen . " Oh my God I can't believe what happened today at the court room the king ordered the execution of sir Eliot Ah poor man , May his soul rest in peace "

Freya and Felicity stood at the entrance of the king’s palace, their eyes widening at the sight of the chaos that lay before them. Bodies of guards were scattered everywhere, and the once grand halls were now stained with blood. It was evident that a fierce battle had taken place, and the sisters knew exactly who was responsible. Felicity turned to Freya, her face tense with a mix of concern and anger. “This was definitely Cain,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Look at the damage those guards took before dying.”

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "