Fever Fae by Meg Xuemei X (Dark Fae Kings Book 1)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Yes, to the hottest, baddest Fae Kings. No, to being their bitch.
When my parents mysteriously disappear, leaving me to raise my six crazy, younger siblings, my dreams for college are dashed.
It gets worse when someone sends a slew of monster assassins after me. Their untimely arrival is followed by three devastatingly hot Fae who stalk me.
Baron, the pompous and dominating Summer King, thinks I’m a dark Fae and wants my head. Then he changes his mind and declares me his fated mate. Hells-a-no. Especially now that he wants me to prove my worth. Really?
Then there’s Rowan, the possessive and cruel Winter King, who offers to protect me from the assassins, but only if I accept his obnoxious courtship requests.
And finally, there’s Night King Rydstrom, a dangerous and mysterious Fae with an ass that doesn’t quit, who thinks he has every right to play me like a fiddle.
Too bad for them, I’m not the docile type they’re used to commanding. I might want them, but I have no intention of joining the trail of broken hearts and bodies in their wake.
For I hold a deep, dark secret. Their arrival has woken in me the very forbidden magic they’ve been hunting, and I, Evelina, am going to have a wicked good time teaching these Fae kings a lesson.
I had superior hearing. I always knew what my siblings were up to in their rooms. Like Emmett, my sixteen-year-old brother, would always masturbate heavily if he obtained new manga porn comics.
I jogged to the common room, and from under the counter, I snatched a hyper whistle I bargained off eBay for an occasion like this. I returned to the base of the stairs, put the silver whistle in my mouth, covered my ears, and blew it with my full lung capacity.
The piercing sound blasted through the house, worse than the fire alarm.
“Stop, Evie! Just stop!” Siblings shouted their pleas.
Emmett traipsed down the stairs and shook his head at me in disgust. “You’re the most terrible sister on earth.”
I grinned. “Depends who’s judging.”
Safiya stomped after Emmett, glaring at me. The rest of my siblings charged out of their shared rooms toward the three bathrooms, bumping each other out of the way to claim the first right to use the bathroom.
Those little buggers were unruly. As long as they didn’t bite anyone, I could deal with it. I understood how hard it was for the seven of us fighting for limited resources all these years.
Turning on my heel, I padded into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was mostly empty now. I’d have to go shopping today.
Tomorrow I’d head to the police station again to check on my parents’ missing case, though I knew it was a long shot that the cops would find anything.
I also needed to find a job within a week if I wanted to feed a family of seven.
I forced back the sudden tears stinging my eyes.
I got this. I can do it, I murmured to myself as I took out a crate of eggs.
When I was almost done with mixing butter and scrambled eggs, all my siblings arrived, except for Fawn, my six-year-old sweet, youngest sister.
Asuka and Nox, the dirty-blond twins, rubbed their eyes and yawned at the same time before one of them snatched two bowls and the other fetched milk and Honey Nut Cheerios. The twins took care of each other, and only each other. I had no problem with that since they didn’t bother anyone else.
“Emmett, could you microwave the pre-cooked bacon, please?” I asked. “Safiya, I need you to set the plates, please. Everyone, I’d highly appreciate it if you could get your lunchbox ready and put it on the counter after your breakfast.”
“I don’t eat bacon!” Safiya pouted, flapping her long hazelnut hair. “Mom always made me omelets with lots of spinach, mushroom, and a pint of ricotta cheese.”
“I don’t have time to make omelets,” I said. “There are so many of you, and I don’t want any of you to be late for school again!” I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t know how to make an omelet.