Miss Fortune Ruined King Novels & Stories

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

A maid said, gossiping excitedly. "The rogue prince has suffered a huge loss this time. It will impact his booming business empire negatively. He lost a submarine and many high-tech weapons and technologies. Serves him right though. I wonder what gave him the audacity to challenge our undefeatable king" another added, gesticulating wildly. "But how did the king manage to think of the old tunnel in that forgotten abandoned city? It's practically a refuse dump, but he still thought of it. This is unimaginable" a guard whispered.

There is no doubt now that she is not an ally to the King. I returned to the mansion to find it empty. Everything gone. The King has forsaken me, I have been abandoned. It isn’t my fault Raymond was incapable of abducting one helpless child. My plan worked flawlessly, the dogs so arrogant as to think they could capture one of us. Brought Raymond right into the territory but Miss Evens, that bitch ruined it. I’m left here with these filthy muts, walking around trying to be humans. Living the petty small lives of peasants.

(Test all my men, find out the corrupted ones and bring them to me! ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ "The mission failed, she woke up, she lived, we are heading to plan B, testing their love." An unknown voice whispered to the other. "And what is it. I can't wait for the king to be dead." A manly voice whispered in the dark. "Nope, the king is all mine. Is the girl, she needs to be dead, but I wish to punish her more but no I do not care about the punishment, I want her dead and that will happen in plan B"

I saw whispers and side talk about how mad the king were this morning, they don't know what to fix or what's left not destroyed yet . I saw few maids horrified after looking through the windows, I went to look quickly and found what it seemed like a disaster , all trees were broken down in two half , the ground itself were full of holes , the small lake that was once there by the gates , were officially ruined , how can he destroy a lake , like really how !!

I will never go anywhere, because I couldn’t and never I would. ****** HOOWWWLLLLL…!!!!!! “My king, nothing… we haven’t found Pearl” The man who had a face like Drake bowed respectfully as he told the results of his search in other witch villages but still did not find the figure of Pearl that his king was desperate to kill. The woman who was the king’s little friend, turned into a black mad witch who burned down almost the entire palace and caused many lives to disappear. Staring towards the smoke, the smell of blood and burning human flesh was strong but the king was not satisfied.

“You were supposed to bring two million and you only brought one million. That's one million short.” That was easy maths, King didn't have to lay it out for Hunter to understand that he had overestimated this whole plan. They shouldn't have taken Rob's brother's word for it. What did he know? “The money is short.” King continued. Hunter wished he would stop saying those words. “I took everything from the safe. If the money is short then this should be everything he has.” After a few seconds of watching Hunter, King already had a resolution. “The daughter... She'll bring us the missing million.”

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

She roared. She poured out heavy breaths. “The King is dead. Isla fucking lost her father and you smirk at that? She’s cursed because of you and it amuses you? Well,” Tears were spilling out the maid's eyes. “you now have the chance to be the happiest man alive because the Princess is now in Coma!”

With the rest of the sentence still unfinished, Simon yelled, "Who are you talking about?" Peter shouted, "Stop it! One sentence less each." Victor was silent, Simon's face red as if he was about to spit blood. Bridget Elain sighed heavily, "Don't argue, the damaged outfit must have been Simon's fault." Jason's advice took a long time to reassure Simon. Bridget Elain patted Claude on the shoulder, "Don't take it personally, this is the whole entertainment work." Victor scoffed, "So what's the deal?"