All The King's Men Novels & Stories

Mrs Kings said with the coldest from of formality. "Can this be the young man who get so many letters?" Mr Kings teased. 'We are pleased to meet you, my boy.' He was just a little bit shorter than his wife and was casually dressed in grey flannel trousers and a white shirt. He looked about fifty-five and had a pleasant personality. He was not pot-bellied like most Nigerian rich men, but he was growing bald. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet Ross, and started filling his pipe as he greeted him. He could see that his wife was not pleased with Joanne's choice of a boyfriend. He recognized that chilly smile and the tone of her choice for How do you do.' Joanne would normally have recognised it

The argument room, as I've dubbed it, is full of King's personal guards. These men are his leaders for good reason. All are deadly fighting machines and have proved their loyalty. Cabel, who married an island woman a year ago, is back as one of King's guards. It's nice to see him at the table. He doesn't smile or acknowledge me and even knowing why, it frustrates me. At least it does until a woman looks in King's direction. Then I understand completely. That doesn't mean I need to like it. Cabel has his mating rage under control and just in time. We need him.

“I’ve lived long enough in this world to know which is the greatest achievement of all. Some people though it was being at the top, at the brightest spotlight, at the peak of fame and recognition…” “…To be the King.” Yes, a king. Only men can be the king. Only a man can qualify to become an heir. And, I – even if I am talented, I can qualify to be someone’s queen. The second best. They may not say it, but they were never rooting for me to become the best in the class, but as long as I was able to make things happen for my brother, I am useful. That’s what my mom is to my father. My grandma to my grandpa. My female relatives to the men in our family. The woman behind a great man. Always behin

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

The guy put a professional smile again and replied quickly "certainly miss Hale, we can understand.. By the way, I am George Black and he (pointing at the hoody man) is Mr. King, our boss.. Basically, he has something for you.." Victoria watched the man curiously.. But, without his lips and chin his whole face is covered with the huge hoody he was wearing.. "Okay? Umm.. Please seat.." She offered them to take a seat.. Mr. King took a glance of the couch for a moment, as if fighting with himself to take a seat and then finally he sat down like a king himself.. George also seated on the edge of the couch beside him.. Victoria grabbed a tool and placed it maintaining a polite distance in front

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

“I will do it” I walked out of the door and all the witches gasped when they saw Finley in my arms. “I am Elias, the King of the werewolves. You probably know the Dark Queen, the granddaughter of Beatrix. She is my mate and if she’ll have me, we plan on making sure there will be no war between the witches and the wolves. Please, blood has been spilled on both sides. I don’t want to continue to fight you, I just want to take my Queen home and make sure she’ll heal.”

All eyes turned toward the center of the room, where King Maddox stood, his golden eyes bright, his voice carrying over the crowd. "Friends. Allies. Members of the Seven Packs." The king's voice was warm, welcoming, the voice of a ruler who had learned to wear his crown like a second skin. "Thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate the arrival of spring. A season of renewal. A season of hope. A season of new beginnings." The crowd murmured its approval.

My door was opened by a man in a tux who, even as I thanked him, didn't make any eye contact whatsoever nor a single sound. Darian stepped out and I could've sworn the air shifted, we all felt it. I saw the cleaners fighting to keep their smiles up, except for one older woman who's wrinkled face looked bitterly at Darian when he exited the car. “The King has come home,” her voice was raspy but strong and in unison after her statement, they all bowed their heads for their king. I stared at their eyes glued to the ground, their necks visible in a show of submission and then I turned and looked at Darian who was buttoning his suit jacket and his eyes were locked on me.