2 King 17 Kjv Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

The sound of the car keys hitting the key hanging board created quite a melodious sound before fading into the air. Sophia stood in the hall of the mansion with her head bowed down staring at the floor like a child who had committed wrong. If only the poor girl knew the truth... If only she stayed with the stranger instead of coming back to this man who only addressed himself as her husband while slept with god knows how many women behind her but expected her to remain however he wished her to be...

Mr. King slammed the door angrily and shouted, "Follow her, go after her, even if you have to tie her up." Hearing the voice of Mr. King, Huang Chen quickly moved with his younger brothers. Mr. King is still sitting in the car, and his face is as gloomy and violent as ever. He curls his fingers and lets the sun hit his face. Mr. King can't help but turn his body cold. He looks at the long street in front of him. And he can't help it for a long time. He opened the door. Now he's going to get the disobedient woman back in person!

Moreso in front of Corey. "We have something to discuss" Corey broke the silence. His statement was directed at the two kings who immediately sat up and looked him in the eye. I read in one of the books that kings were very proud and always looked people in the eye to show that they had no fear. It was like a fight for power because even king Charles went as far as puffing his chest out, his very flat chest might I add.

the burly king lied, “she’s in love with me so much and no other man is in his heart… other than me!” “It sounds more like a statement than a confession, King Stefan,” Jayden chuckled. “Shut up!” Stefan yelled at Jayden, “I don't want to hear a word from you!” “Your honor, If I may speak,” Jayden asked permission to defend himself and Aaron approved it, “I have a witness to hear the arguing between King Stefan and his wife before she attacks Jeremiah.” Aaron's eyes opened wider, he didn't expect the brothers had enough time to prepare their own witnesses, “okay, please let your witness stand next to Jeremiah.”

Tapped it twice. "This is King."

he said back turning to watch consus who waited he nodded and consus nodded back entering “Door was open brother I was not barging into anywhere” consus said small smile on that arrogant face “ what do you want consus?” he said knowing that look from their childhood “You heard me I want to stay” consus said “You cannot brother two kings cannot live together you know that” he said back “I am not really…” consus began “You are a king my brother I promise you, current situation not withstanding, I believe you to be a good one, so no, no staying for you” he answered back

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.

Kevin lets out a small growl meant for me, opening the link and I quickly speak, ⁑ “I need to-” ⁑ “I’ll bow. So please, love get up.”, he tells me.⁑ I get back up and he takes my spot; as he bows, he keeps one arm out in front of me just in case. He keeps his head down as we wait for the king to speak, but the other pixies speak instead. “How, dare you! You want to apologize for your mother’s action but yet you’re not bowing.” Kevin growls before barking out, “Last I checked, you’re not the king! I don’t want her bowing when she’s pregnant, so you're just going-”

"Seventeen, Sir." The king nodded thoughtfully, his tsked as he kissed his teeth. "Hmm, seventeen." He mused, his gaze lingering on her face. "Almost a woman." "Not for another few months," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with colour at her own audacity. He called her a woman. She flushed from the embarrassment of how greatly the word pleased her. And the colour crept down her neck. The king's response was unexpected. He reached out and gently brushed two fingers over her cheek. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.