The Grace Of Kings Novels & Stories

" Yes am leaving , But I want to tell you something before I leave " " Please do lady Grace " ' You might have succeeded In taking me out of the castle today ,But you might not succeed next time , Besides you shouldn't see me as an enemy , because am only trying to take what rightfully belongs to me , But there are some people that are close to you trying so hard to take you out , Just to become queen " " Thank you lady Grace ,I will make sure I put this advise to good use " " If I where you My queen I will let the king take someone else as a second wife , You never can tell you might not be able to have a child for him "

“Our dances aren’t too difficult, but you’ll probably need to learn how to let someone else lead.” “Are we inviting all the royal families? From all the kingdoms?” His mouth thinned into a line. “I’ve been trying to persuade Nicolais, but he’s struggling to invite both the King of Winter and the King of Darkness.” The King of Darkness. The one who could slip into the deepest, most secret corners of anyone’s mind.

we whisper after a moment of staring into her eyes and she shakes her head as if I am wrong to think that. "The world doesn't deserve anything, brother. Only two things matter to this world, living and dying. We are living to die...( She looks away from us to stare at the wall strangely) You are the new King, brother. Rage and torture pushed your body to the next level. Something I didn't know existed... But it happened. You need to make the most of it. For once we have the advantage... I am making the most of it. I slept on a real bed. I... Ate food that wasn't spoiled. I showered with warm water. Make the most of this opportunity," Adeline says sounding distant and weird.

"Like me." "Yes." Father Michael's voice was barely audible. "Like you." She absorbed that. "My father." Father Michael looked at her. "Your father is the King of the Deep." The words finally left him. Once they did, there was no taking them back. Marrine stared at him. She had known. She had suspected. She had dreamed it. But hearing it written out was different. Her entire life seemed to shift beneath her feet. "The King of the Deep," she whispered.

She had a tense look on her face, and I could not help but notice it. “Is something wrong?” I asked, and she shook her head, “N-nothing, my lady.” She began dusting the already clean furniture as I probed again. “What is the matter?” Grace clutched the cleaning cloth tightly in her hand and replied, “I am just worried about the future, my lady.” “What do you mean?” I asked, and she answered, “The King…his health is deteriorating rapidly. And the unknown enemy is still not found. I fear he is going to do something far more dangerous”

Before Sera could ask her what the problem was, Grace quickly regained her composure and her expression morphed into something unreadable as she immediately greeted Michael with a deep bow. "Your Highness, I apologize for the interruption. If this young lady has caused you any trouble, I assure you it was unintentional." Sera’s eyes went round with surprise. Your highness? Was he royalty? Was he related to the king then? Sera silently hoped not. The king was a savage beast and she doubted that anyone related to him would be any better. Michael offered them a reassuring smile, his gaze shifting between Grace and Sera. "No trouble at all, Grace. In fact, I find Sera's presence quite refreshing

Grace lamented. “Ohhh! Wow! Your damn King.” Casandra said, almost teasing. “Yes, he is my king!” Grace confirmed it. Read and find out what happens next, and what do you think was written on the paper? Read and find out… Grace New King, when is he coming into the picture?

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.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

I heard Ghost's voice and turned around. He's wearing a dress suit, with that touch of elegance that shows he's the King of the Lycans. On his head is a crown made of moonlight trapped in metal, with carvings of wolves and Lycans. Although we had talked about succession and hierarchy, with so many kingdoms arriving, this subject was forgotten. None of the nights I spent next to Ghost did he touch me, even though I felt his presence so close, he always remained faithful to his post.