All The King's Men Novels & Stories

Sarah, Mirrie, Naomi, Gabi, and Maria were well aware that King’s Men, Dallas Foreman’s people, and the bouncers at Curves were ex-military types, though – admittedly – they had very little idea what that actually meant, in practical terms. Even Maria, who had seen her boyfriend Dillon in action at Open Skies Ranch, shooting down bad guys in cold blood, was pretty hazy about what exactly these people were capable of. They got a crash-course, though, when King’s call came through.

the king replied as he rose to his feet. “But, boss,” one of the men protested, “we did exactly what you wanted us to do.” The king was having none of it. He yelled at him to shut his mouth and not say anything else. Judy noticed the revolver protruding from his pants pockets as he passed past her. She realized right then and there that he had to be careful with her words, or else she'd die. The king requested that his staff assist him in escorting the men outside. Judy was certain of what would happen next, and she also knew that if she offended the King, she would face a similar destiny.

Smoke everywhere, cars, girls, boys and people making out! "Where is he?!" I haft shout so he can hear me. He's about to answer me when a man with a lot of tatts came. "Ey! The fucking King is back!" He shouted. Kingstone look serious while the crowd started paying attention to us...to him to be exact. Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go I've seen it on TV, I know how it goes Even when you're angry, even when I'm cold Don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone

All their kids bonded real well and everything was perfect. The kings close friends (the men beside him during his coronation) came to him as they whispered to him and it slowly turned into an argument and after a while the argument reduced and we see his friends urging him, he hurried out of the office. The kings friend stared at each other, the fear visible on their faces. The king is seen driving his family and they have an accident and everything went pitch black.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

"Since we've begun changing the rules... I might as well reshuffle a little." Without waiting for the king to accept, Rain turned toward the door where the lined-up prospective husbands positioned themselves. "Let everyone in," he ordered. The guards glanced toward the king, and he nodded. The giant doors were opened, and every alpha, noble... they all walked in in their best styles and with composure. "Close the doors," he ordered again, and the doors were quickly shut. Rain turned to the guard behind him, who had information on all thirty men lined up before him. "Hand them their booklets. They will recite what they are good at, their accomplishments, and short prospects of what they envis

the man stood at the door where the king disappeared to,he was lost of words but he quickly regain himself. he cleared his throat to gain the audience attention as he stood close to were the king was supposed to be seated " ladies, the king deeply apologize for not being able to stay awhile longer to watch all of your performance, he had to retire to bed as he was really stress out" he said with a sigh" but he assure you that there would be a next time and he will definitely wait to watch all your performance so please enjoy the night" he said and walk away also. Rosy scoff from her seat" that totally absurd am sure he didn't even care about our feelings" she said angrily.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

With shaky breaths and trembling legs, he went in. "Finally some news. What happened? Have the men arrived?" Asked king Darien. He had a serious expression on his face. "Y-your h-highness, i-l'm afraid I have terrible news." Clinton stammered. King Darien shifted uncomfortably in his throne. "What is it? Speak Clinton!" His voice boomed. "A-all of the men are dead! They set a trap and.." "What do you mean by they are dead?" Clinton felt himself swallow a hard lump. "Someone informed Devon and they planned a counter-attack. All of the men we sent are dead!"

Papers flew off desks onto the floor, and the giant of a man who had just entered fought the raging storm to shut the door again. Dallas moved forward to greet him. “King.” Matt ‘King’ Kingston turned to face them now, his gray eyes hard. He nodded, unzipped his coat. “Dallas. Mark.” “Thanks for coming, especially in this weather,” Dallas said. “I’d never have asked if it wasn’t urgent.” “I know that, man.” King’s voice was deep, low. “That’s why I came.” “Coffee?” “You know it, Foreman. Black and strong.”