A King's Story Book Novels & Stories

She muttered before leaving. I scoffed. Worst sister ever! Dawn👑 I kept pacing around the King's room with nothing to do. I need to find some book and pen and continue writing stories. Its been a while since I thought of it. I was able to get a black thick covered notebook and pen. I sat at the table where I'd be comfortable. The book looked lovely from the outside and the designs seemed to be the symbol of Euphoris. Its been drawn at the center of the kingdom's flag.

"How did you know this story if it happened a thousand years ago?" "Esmeralda. She was born a few decades later. The story was passed down to her father and mother's people so they wouldn't forget. And she was tasked to teach us, the kings. We knew the story from our cradles." There was a small smile on his lips, remembering his teachings. "And this Ulysses?" She had never heard or read of him before. Xavier's lips flattened. "He doesn't know about the dragon princess. We want to keep it that way." He lay on the cushions, bringing her on top of him.

The name was a fading thought in her mind as she offered herself to fate to do as it pleased with her. Adrian Miller, the President of Miller Empire was traveling with his grandmother in the snowy weather as he looked at his grandmother lovingly while she enjoyed the view of the snow outside. It was a perfect moment. But, the perfect moment wasn't acceptable to fate as a young lady jumped infront of their car. Little did they know, the little lady never jumped infront of their car. She was just lost and abandoned and broken and tired. "Sir! What should we do? I don't know where she came from, Sir. I-" The driver turned around to look at Adrian who had already opened his door to get out of th

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.

“ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head . I had been in the royal liberty where they keep all the old books for a while when someone clears their throat behind me .

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.

Grandpa suggested. Little Alex’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “That would be nice!” He looked ahead at the grandfather clock ticking away each second with each full swing of its brass pendulum. “It is late so I will keep it short,” Grandpa said and she nodded willingly. Grandpa always presented wonderful stories, even if they were short. “Long, long ago, there lived a king named King Lear.” Grandpa began. “The king was an ancient, bitter man nearing the end of his life. The king did not have a male heir to hand over his throne and his wealth that stretched the sea.

She was too focused on the story to hear Viishaun's footsteps. "Kyaahhhh!" She screamed in spooky, and before she knew it, the book had flown and struck the king's face. She immediately stood up and bowed her head while apologizing. However, Viishaun's attention had averted on a page presented to him as he flipped the book. He raised his eyebrow and read the context as follows, "I want to hear you scream my name as I melt you in my tongue." "What?! Don't give that criticizing look," Scheriziel screamed as she tried to snatch the book, but the king was too tall for her to grab the book as he raised his hand.

The story that called the King's Story. *** "Once upon a time, there was a King. He was the leader of a kingdom known as the Kingdom of Lefko. A kingdom whose entire territory was covered with white snow," Pine replayed what Kevin had said while he was in her lap yesterday. "This king only cares about the kingdom and his people, even at the age of 25, he is not married at all. Even though the king should have been married when he was seventeen." "However, the royal ministers cannot force the will of marriage. Since the King did have great achievements in leading the kingdom, they all lost their confidence."

I couldn't see the title since she shut the book, placing it down beside her when I walked into the room. "So, Queen tells me that King wants us to mark each other. You do know there is no chance in h3ll I'm going to mate with you, not until I find out the truth about you. So why don't you come over here and we can do this marking thing." Is this girl for real? Who says I wanted to mate with her right away? I don't even know her. We need to get to know each other. And what I know of her is that she's crazy and bossy. And as soon as she realizes she can't do that with me, the sooner the better. Walking over to her, moving the book, and placing it down on the table, I noticed the title: “The K