Novel & Cerita Unholy King Kate Writes

She looked like an ordinary college girl, yet there was an extraordinary sharpness in her gaze. “Not fate,” Arian said coldly. “You’re following me.” “I am following you. Because you’re interesting. The King of Dhaka, reduced to an ordinary student here. That’s worth watching.” “I was never ordinary. Nor will I ever be.” Emilie smiled. That smile held no mystery—only competition. “We’ll see about that. There’s an event at the university this week. A debate competition. Are you participating?” “No.” “You should. Because I am. And I want everyone to see—just how big Arian Khan really is.”

Despite his commanding presence, he found himself unable to extract any information from the nobles he had tasked with the search for her father's remains. To his dismay, they had yet to return with any news. In addition, there are personnel within the palace whom he places great trust in. As soon as they deviated from the agreed terms, the inevitable consequences became crystal clear to them. There was a moment of silence as Emaline chose not to respond immediately. She hesitated, contemplating whether to reveal her name or maintain her anonymity. The woman let out a profound sigh, pausing for a moment before uttering her words. "I am Emaline Liliana Solace," she stated in a concise manner,

Or hearing such salty threats being bandied about. Dominik, however, thrives on it. The King of New York chuckles, a low, dark sound of amusement vibrating deep in his chest. Leaning closer, he brushes a damp strand of hair behind my ear. "You can feed whatever you want to the cats, Queen, as long as you get my son out of there first," he murmurs, utterly unfazed by my feral state. "Keep yelling at me. If it helps with the pain, tear me to shreds. I’ll do anything to make this easier for you."

My wolf whimpered, shrinking back. Kingsley strolled closer. He looked down at me where I stood amid splintered wood and blood drops, his eyes cold as winter moonlight. “Ava,” he said softly, “you always did like taking what wasn’t yours. But even if you steal it… it will never belong to you.” Then his gaze flicked to Kate, who clutched her ear, trembling. “Kate, you are all dressed up. Going to meet someone on a date?” She bowed her head quickly. “No, sir. I’m past courting age. Just trying new clothes.”

“JM’s nowhere in sight either. Did Lor skip the slut and devirginized phase and go straight to Baby Mommy?” Kate’s taken aback by the early-in-the-morning, no-holds-barred attack, but she quickly recovers. “You know,” Kate says, “for a Christian, you’re real nosy and toxic. I have an idea what major you should take up in college. How about Master of Arts in Relaying Information Through Exaggerated Storytelling? In short, M.A.R.I.T.E.S.”

Chapter Hundred and one Hunter’S POV. I throw my phone against the wall in my fit of anger. I felt powerless. I was Hunter King. I wasn’t supposed to feel powerless but I did. I called Kayla and asked her if we could talk about everything that happened but she just said she needed some space to process everything by herself. By herself.

“Do you know who I am, young woman?” Kate gave a slow smirk. “I think I do, but I don’t give a fuck who you are.” My brows raised. She added, “As long as you’re not my alpha, I don’t owe you anything.” I scoffed, “I’m Ravenna’s stepmother.” Kate shrugged. “Not for long.” My eyes widened. “Excuse me?” That was a threat. A clear one. She said it as though they had a plan for me that I wasn't aware of. Maybe Ravenna had told them about Kevin being Jacob, and they had placed all the pieces together.

She slips down into the ground and places her face into her knees. She hits her head on something hard, and in an attempt to remove the object in an irritated motion she almost dropped the big book. She whispers the title out loud, “Becoming Black magic.” She open the book and shockingly whisper shouts, “Written by Kateri Lita!” She continues to read this book that the queen had written about black magic. Jolene argues with herself out loud, “There’s no way that the queen actually wrote a Bococa about black magic. Is she really that stupid, I wonder if she wrote in here about how to defeat herself?”

She walked to them and suddenly she turned a sad face "What is wrong Kate?" her mother asked, and she didn't reply, she only kept Stan's face. "Why the sad face Kate?" The king asked her "When would I learn how to use my werewolf form and my Luna powers, Jaden knows how to transform to his wolf form, but I don't, I have been practicing since I was little" Kate answered, and the king laughed hard "Are you an adult now Kate, you are only five years old"The King said, and she looked at him still with a sad look