Synopsis Of King Of Envy Novelas e Histórias

He had a point. “I mean, look at everything. The lack of fruit bearing trees, making us prey for each other. It’s quite literally insane. And they’re all going to come for you. One by one, or all together, they will come for you, to kill you. That doesn’t sound like the quality of a king, right? A king wouldn’t kill his queen to get the throne. Everyone here is your enemy and if you lose, you will have to marry and bear children for your enemy.” He laid down on his back, using his hands to support his head, “What a sadistic shit show.” I said nothing in response but stared at the flames. It was one thing to have those thoughts but it was another for someone to say it out loud to your face. T

King let out a bitter laugh, his fingers tightening around the chair. The room fell into silence for a moment. King had been the biggest victim of all. Cast away as if he were nothing, sent to fend for himself while his father built a legacy that should have been his. He had every reason to be bitter, every reason to want to burn the world down. And yet, he was here by my side fighting for something bigger than revenge. Or maybe revenge was still at the heart of it. But at the end of the day we want to have ourselves to fall back to when things go a bit sour.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

I have a multitude of adversaries who may seek retribution against you," he said. A deep groan of frustration escaped the woman's lips. She accepts an eternity in this location because she is well aware of the importance of loved ones to vampires and is aware that no one can stop the King. "Insane! Hmm, I forgot I was a prisoner here!” Merely a day had passed since her arrival, yet it appeared as though the presence of these vampires had driven her to the brink of insanity. The jaw of the king fell open in astonishment. "You are not a captive of this place! You are my beloved! All these things are yours!” said the King. "The sense of ownership eluded me. I may be your lover, but I don't feel

I know about my family's incest. My great great great grandfather became obsessed with the fact we share blood with the last King. To enhance that blood he refused to allow his son to mate anyone but his own sister. The tradition carried down all the way to my father. But his Aunt/Mother was so inbred she could only produce one child. A male... My father. He didn't have a sister to mate. He sees it as he ruined the line. He made a half-Kincaid with his true mate. He feels like I am weak because of this. He also thinks since he is the last full-blooded Kincaid he should be the next King.

he asked me, grinning. "Thank you, Sunshine," he mocked and turned away. "Now I can finally dethrone that weak king," he said and turned back to me. "Put him back in his room and bandage up the wounds," he spoke to the person behind me and walked away. What have I done? Was Dante in danger because of me?

Or with the fact that I’m lying in his bed. With him. With the quiet, undeniable truth sitting heavy in my chest. I can’t believe I slept with him. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I swore I never would. Rule one: don’t mix pleasure with business. Rule two: don’t give anyone leverage over your body. And yet. I turn my head just enough to look at him. Dante Valenti. King of his world. A man who could have anyone he wanted—women who are soft and full and untouched by scars. Women with curves and laughter and easy beauty.

She did not yet understand that every step she took lit a trail only I could see. “Run,” I thought, not unkindly. It will make the reunion sweeter. A presence stirred at the edge of my awareness now; another power, sharp and controlled, cutting through villages and ruins with intent rather than instinct. Not Ava. Something else. I smiled wider. “So,” I murmured to the wasteland, “the west sharpens its knives.” Revna. The King’s discarded blood. Cold, clever, and ambitious in a way that had nothing to do with prophecy and everything to do with hunger. I had felt her movements too— quiet disruptions in loyalty, murmurs turning into discipline.

Evren would wake up wet with slick, his hole pulsing and mouth watering for something he knew he shouldn’t crave. He remembered the way he had begged to be fucked, his moans, all the nonsense he had sprouted in the haze of the need clawing at him. Most of all, he remembered begging, crying to be bred and knotted by the king. He remembered the number of times the King knotted him, and promised to pump Evren full of his seed. Even though the King did not know Evren’s ability to get pregnant, his newfound fear came from the realisation of what would happen if he ended up pregnant.