Synopsis Of King Of Envy Novels & Stories

“We wonder, truly, what His Majesty sees in you. You’re weak. You’ll never help him rule the pack. You’re a nobody who stumbled into his favor.” The words cut, though I refused to let them show. I kept my chin high, my voice steady. “And yet, here I stand. Beside him. About to be crowned. While you two whisper in corridors, bitter with envy.” Elara’s laugh was sharper this time, brittle around the edges. “About to be crowned, yes. But for how long? A king’s favor is fickle. And when it fades…” She let the words trail off, a blade left hovering at my throat.

He risks another glance toward the head table. The King is sitting now, but he isn't looking at his plate. He is looking directly at Aiden. The King’s eyes track the movement of Aiden’s hands, the sway of his hips under the tight skirt. Aiden’s asshole clenches around nothing, a sudden, electric jolt of arousal shooting down his spine. The King isn't just looking; he is devouring. Aiden feels like a piece of meat on display, a slutty maid put here for the King’s entertainment. The thought makes his dick throb, leaking pre-cum into the damp satin of his panties. He quickly averts his gaze, turning to serve another guest, his face burning with shame and lust. Why am I lusting after my parent k

A creature that fed on influence, on chaos, on whatever scraps of power it could steal when no one was watching closely enough. She turned toward me as I entered. And smiled. Soft. Gracious. False. A smile with teeth. I didn’t bother hiding my distaste. “I assume you sent for me.” The King gestured toward the empty chair across from him. “Sit.” I didn’t move. He exhaled slowly, irritation flickering beneath his composure. “Fine. Stand if you must.” Ivana folded her arms and positioned herself beside his chair— Too close. Too confident. As though she belonged there. As though she were the one ruling. It made something sharp flicker through my mind.

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

It was a picturesque harmony and mirth, only when a sudden stranger entered the arena did those smiles faltered as if happiness was lost and resentment arose. Damien gnashed his teeth when Jeremiah Valentine bowed infront of him and smiled like a dirty serpent slithering disgustingly. He reeked of alcohol and certain sort of insanity danced in his eyes for at that moment he knew he was invincible- on such an occasion where delegates from many kingdoms have come together could one Duke of Avesta fight and insult another. He came uninvited yet not without the intention to lay low. He wanted to see how the woman who left him like he was an animal now look at him, now when he had the opportunity

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

"A plan?" Adrian asked him. I could practically smell the annoyed look on his face. "To keep her by your side." Ren answered. I swirled my head to the door. Were they talking about me? Did Adrian have another woman? "Go on." Adrian stated. His annoyed voice was gone. "If I am by your side, if I am crowned, you can keep her. She knows me, she will be comfortable with me." Ren voiced. What the fuck was going on? Ren crowned? Was Ren going to be King of Envy? That was impossible, right, he wasn't from envy? It was silent for a moment until Adrian started talking again. "You mean to tell me that you will be my-"

I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't find the right word to say , " Bethel you can push me as much as you want but you can never stop being my sister ,I didn't go after the king ,it was the other way round ,I have tried my best to make you see that I know nothing of what you are accusing me off, But no you keep repeating the same statement over and over again ' " Enough ! Enough, I just don't want to here those lies anymore , You are nothing but a two face bastard ,Look around you valerie you made the king kill lady Benita because you know she is your strong opponent so you had to take her out right , hahaha.... I really need lectures from you my beloved sister .I thought I was good , B