Viciously Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #1)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A LITERARY MASTERPIECE, THIS MIGHT NOT BE FOR YOU.

Lol

Rennick once asked his father why the rebels hated the royals so much, and his father said, “You will always be someone else’s villain, whether you deserve the title or not. Your duty is to ensure their hate is unjustified.”

Amelia held up the gold necklace and stared at the trout pendant dangling from the chain. She hated Ora.

Haha petty teenagers

The fact he thought the weather was her issue showed how little he knew her.

Lol

“No one will harm a hair on your head or speak ill of you, and if they try, I will mount their heads on the front gate.” “Stop threatening to kill people,” she whisper-yelled, calming slightly at his touch. “You can’t murder someone for not liking me. You would likely have no kingdom left.” He straightened and shrugged. “It would be easier to manage.”

My father said fear makes people dangerous.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to settle down yet, if ever. Men are worthless.” Fawn’s knuckles turned white around her fork.

Lol

“I’m his mate.” Fawn’s jaw dropped. “How?” Amelia gasped and pointed at her. “You thought I was his whore!”

Haha

Annoyance pulled at her mouth. “Your right arm.” “Where on my right arm?” She stared for a moment and touched his upper arm lightly. “Here.” Leaning down, he removed a dagger from his boot, held it against his skin, and sliced downward, flicking his wrist outward to remove a thin layer of skin.

none of the other three heirs have married yet, either.” “Are they all young?” He shook his head, and her lips pinched together. “The Desert King is twenty-five, and the Garden King is twenty-six. The Tropical King is twenty-four.”

I see what you did there

“I’m a human.” “Your ears were clipped when you were born to hide your heritage,” Amos explained, his voice cautious.

“I won’t destroy your things,” he conceded, “but I’m buying you new ones. Prepare to go shopping next week.” She flashed him a triumphant smile. “I plan on wearing one of my dresses and my boots tomorrow.” He looked horrified. “You will not get married in clothes you hate.” “You can’t tell me what to do,” she shot back, hiding a smile.

Lol

“Get off the ground,” she hissed, glancing at the others. “I just needed you to bend a little.” “I am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.”