The King's Novelas e Histórias

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

he interrupted, cutting me short as he stepped closer, “King Derek is sick.” I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t say anything. What was I going to say anyway? He knew everything—that I was Derek’s mate. He is the king’s Beta, after all. “I…” “Please come this way. He hasn't moved or said anything,” he said as he led me into the palace and slowly into the king’s chamber. “He always wakes up early even though he sleeps late. The hospital said they don’t know what the problem is,” he said.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.

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.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

"Passed through the outer territories two weeks back. Strange things are happening there." "What kind of strange things?" Senna asked, her attention sharpening. The merchant set down the blade he'd been holding. "The King is ill. Gravely so. He hasn't been seen in public for weeks—maybe longer. Confined to his chambers in the palace. His advisors are running the kingdom in his absence." The world tilted beneath my feet. Kael's hand shot out to steady me, but I barely felt it. "Ill how?" My voice came out strangled.

the King. "How about I have a taste of what I want first?" the King murmured, cutting through Aiden’s internal panic. Before Aiden could process the question, the King struck. He took advantage of Aiden’s lips, which had fallen open in shock, and sealed their mouths together. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was a searing invasion. The King’s lips were demanding, hot, and unyielding as he claimed Aiden’s mouth.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

"Please stop!" Both kings froze. They turned their heads together, staring down at me with shocked, furious expressions. "Silence," Riccardo gritted out, though his chest was heaving as he fought down his wild instincts. He took a step back from Leonidas, smoothing down his shirt. "The arrangement is settled. Leonidas will take the first evening with you today. Tomorrow, you are mine again." Leonidas looked down at me, a dangerous, slow smile spreading across his scarred face. "I look forward to it, little Fae. Let us see how long your frail body lasts around a real king."