Miss Fortune Ruined King Novels & Stories

“Where is the king?” Carlos Sellim, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, asked when he came to Marcus’ office and found only his chief advisor sitting behind a desk and signing papers. “I don’t know.” Alli Wael, the king’s chief adviser, lied. He knew exactly where the king was, but there was no point in telling anyone. Marcus left about a week ago. After his rift with his father, he came straight into his study, turned it upside down, broke half the furniture, and left again. He wreaked havoc all over the castle before heading out of town. He only told Alli if he needed anything, he should kindly turn to his father, to whom he had just given back his cursed kingdom.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

Yifa inquired, but the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them upon witnessing the King's countenance darken and grow furious, much like Killian 's angry expression. Yifa felt a surge of fear, recognizing that losing one's partner could drive anyone to madness since it equated to losing a part of oneself. If the King's reaction was any indication, the Queen's demise must have been both tragic and brutal. The King struggled to maintain his composure as he began to speak. "She was taken from us..." he started, his voice laced with restrained fury, resisting the urge to unleash his wrath upon the renegade standing before him. A renegade! It was a renegade who stole away his beloved

My father says, he reaches out his hand and Sonja takes it and stands up from her seat. They walk out of the room with confidence, believing that they have won, believing that whatever plan they had worked, and it did. I'm at a loss and I have nothing else, I have no choice but to forfeit and admit defeat. If my father didn't want me as the King, why the hell did he put me on the throne, he should stay and put my brother or even his bastard child. Dammit. I rush out of the living room and into the foyer.

Rex wiped his mouth with his hand, his eyes were so fiery that one wrong move from the troops' fire could emerge from them. “Can you give me a reason I should give you grace instead of a punishment?” His eyes were fixated on them. "Are you certain you know who you wanted to rape today?” Each of them shook their heads. “Well, let me tell you. You moronic wretches desired to rape my Reina. Your queen. Why should I have mercy on you?” The King questioned. They all remained silent as if they had lost their ability to speak. "Regardless, are you planning on saying anything, or do you want me to play a game with you instead? It’s going to be entertaining, just like the game you played with your qu

“You never could have known that they were going to ambush you. And do Alpha kings not make mistakes?” I said. “Everyone makes mistakes. It's up to us to decide whether to let it break us or to use it to our advantage. You love your pack and everyone believes that we are going to win this war. Look, you even have the dragons and witches as allies. If I were the rogues, I'd be shaking,” I said and he chuckled. “Thank you princess,” he said, pressing a kiss on my lips.

I had lost count of the number of times most of the elders had ringed it in my ears that the king tolerated no mistake and I should consider myself a dead meat should I ever get clumsy and make a single mistake. If I hadn't known this chief elder so well, I might have been bamboozled into thinking he now cared about me. But in truth, he didn't give a fuck about me. He was only advocating for himself because he knew that any mistake on my part would also boomerang on him in the presence of the king. Earlier during the day when I saw the Alpha King in the woods and I narrowly escaped being shot with an arrow, I knew I was only lucky because if his minions had not come for him, I sure would hav

I was safe, he gave me unlimited access to his bank accounts, and the house was a fortress. No intruder was getting in and no one was coming out unless he gave the word. I was bored out of my mind and I hated to admit it but Serena was good company. I always thought the way she acted nice was nothing but an act. Who would marry such a ruthless bastard after everything he had done. She knew it too. She knew all the bad things he had done and she still fell for him and married him. But then I got to spend time with her and realized why it was so easy for her dead best friend, Lily, to take advantage of her. She had a heart of gold and in the mafia, a heart like that was about to be broken into

The gentleman did not know what he would say in front of everyone, so he had no right to object to what the king asked of him. After the fun was over, everyone still couldn't forget the last words the king said to Don Ferrer. “Look at how lucky Don Ferrer is with his family. Apart from marrying a gorgeous woman, he also blessed two beautiful daughters who inherited from their mothers. I thought, what if Lucia became my wife? (The name of Don Ferrer's wife) the king will surely favor at me too. What can you say, Maestro Rigador?” The one who spoke was Valir, one of the well-known rich nobles in their town and owner of jewelry shops. Whereas, Rigador is recognized as the second richest and has

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh