Synopsis Of King Of Envy Novels & Stories

Marvin's crafty words comforted a crying Sophia as he hugged her trembling state, smirking on his good fate to be able to catch such an unearthly, untouched beauty. From now on, she was his. His Goddess to worship. His trophy to clean. And, his wife to take care of him. Little did Marvin know, that he had given Sophia the exact same she owned before she lost her memories being reduced to nothing but a porcelain doll for Marvin's amusement. Marvin, who had a reputation for being a womanizer, did exactly what his treacherous nature would allow him to do. And, that was to entrap an innocent woman until he had grown tired of her.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

he uttered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down her spine. Cynthia's once radiant smile faltered, replaced by a veil of apprehension. The compliment, if one could even call it that, was laced with veiled intentions that she couldn't decipher. His words, seemingly sweet on the surface, held a hidden menace that she couldn't ignore. In that moment, she realized she was not dealing with an ordinary man, but a man of darkness. Feeling a sudden need to distance herself from the enigmatic king, she mustered her courage and mustered, "Put me down." Her voice was firm, yet the tremor beneath betrayed her inner turmoil.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

I groaned and fell back on the bed, screaming into my pillow, "I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know," "Tell me about it?" "The king paid for my mother's funeral rites," "So you're indebted to him." "Exactly," I snapped my fingers, "I don't want to, and his condition is to get Eve off of being his date, and it's not that simple, seeing as Eve's family are involved and the event was supposed to give her an alone time with the king while fulfilling her parents' wishes." "That's why you need something dirty on her," "And Eve is so perfect."

It was as if she were about to cry. "Then renounce tomorrow. If that will make you chase your desire, then do it," I said, and she looked shocked, as if she wasn't expecting the words from me."I can't do that. All the witches will be mad at me, and they will be disappointed, they can say I'm too greedy for my desire," she said, and I understand her. If she renounces, the witches will be disappointed in her, and they will paint her as a greedy person. But at least that will make her chase the man she loves and live happily.

The world had not allowed it. Jealousy burned hotter, edged now with something far more corrosive. Something hot and hollow opened in his chest. Desire, yes. Envy, of course. But also something worse. Recognition. He no longer appeared like the tyrant Caelum had served. Not the executioner who taught obedience through fire and shadow. He was just a broken-hearted king who chose annihilation over the slow endurance of loss, now holding someone as if the act itself could be atonement.

“You’re the King of Averelle! You can’t just give that up! For......for.... a hotel receptionist?” “For the woman I love,” he replied, his voice annoyingly calm. “You can’t marry a commoner!” “I can,” he said. “Just not while I’m king.” I pressed my palm to my forehead. “This is madness. What about your duty? Our family? The crown?” “Elara,” he said gently, “if you think the crown comes before love, you’ve forgotten what family truly means.” “Love?” I scoffed. “That sounds like delusion to me.”

It was more sinister! It didn't take long for all sorts of evil thoughts to fill King's mind. Ivy is no longer clean, she's been defiled! As sovereign, he can't have dirty things! She has suffered much with him, it's for the best! He is a man, what does he need a mate for when he can have hundreds of girls at his disposal?