Novel & Cerita All The King's Men

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.

His mate had been insulted, and he would not stand for it. The nobles were released by the guards and even by Horacio himself. Without hesitation, they retreated, putting more distance between themselves and the imposing figure before them. The only discernible feature of the king in the dim light were his piercing, crimson eyes. Fury consumed the King, and despite their growing familiarity with the hour, they refrained from venturing too far. With a measured pace, Valus took a step back, his eyes fixed on the object before him. The Kohler couple was united as he clasped his wife's hand in his own.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

“What do you want to watch, Kane?” “Anything action or thriller.” King, still smiling because Kane was finally talking without sarcasm, picked a CD and put on 'Fast & Furious.' Unbeknownst to King, Kane was genuinely excited. It had been too long since he last sat down to watch a movie and just chill. His life had always been chaotic, filled with work, plans, and—let’s be honest—his own dirty little tricks. He got lost in the movie. It was the climax, and he was completely engrossed—until he felt something against his shoulder.

That's if they loved their reputation. The word mercy wasn't in his dictionary. "Mr. King?" Tatiana raised a brow. "They call him 'King of the entertainment industry.' His full name is Cassius King. I heard he is a ruthless type, but fuck, he is so hot," Jolene said, and Tatiana gave her a look. "Sorry." Returning her gaze to the imposing man called Cassius, Tatiana was stunned to meet his gaze. Even though she was seeing him from a distance, she felt those piercing gazes prickling her skin.

the king said as he stood up and made out of the house. @pop precious

There is a big difference between the prostitutes who worked for the King and us-" I stood up and asked, "Does Lucian have prostitutes?" The black-haired woman hissed at me again, and I gave her a hard look. I wasn't going to stay still if she touched me again. I would attack her back to show her what I was really made of. "Don't refer to him by name. You can call him King or His Majesty." Before going back to what she was talking about before, the woman corrected me: "The King has us, his women, and he also has the prostitutes."

“I will. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.” Out in the large living room, King dressed rapidly, shrugged on his jean jacket. He was totally focused on what was going on at Curves now, his professional persona sliding into place smoothly and easily. Years of running his special-ops group King’s Men made it as natural as breathing. He went out to his SUV and headed out into the silent city. He took a deep breath, enjoying these moments of peace; he had the feeling that whatever was coming, it was going to be the very antithesis of peaceful.