Novel & Cerita All The King's Men

One of the men - the one with the briefcase, dropped it on the table and slid it over to his end. Her eyes were sharp enough so she saw it clearly when King opened the case. She inhaled sharply when the stacks of dollars stared back at her. King's face had a smile, although it didn't look as happy as one with so much money would. They said something else among themselves before King pointed a finger at one of the men. He said something and then began to walk back out. Melody saw him coming and quickly hid before she could be spotted. She stayed in that spot until the other two men left as well. They had been quiet as they did, looking around like they had before and then driving off. She won

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.

“Isn’t any risk of us getting hurt too big of a risk?” “It sounds to me like Shane knows some pretty dangerous people himself… these people can protect you, can’t they? Matt Kingston’s known around town, you know.” “You mean King’s Men?” “Yep.” Mirrie stared down at the table, thinking hard. Yeah, Matt Kingston’s team – known as ‘King’s Men’ – was an elite group of highly-trained men and women. They specialized in things that Mirrie didn’t even want to start to think about: they got kidnapping victims back, and they tracked down wanted killers, and they busted up drug cartels. King was Naomi’s boyfriend and if truth be told, Mirrie had no idea how Naomi managed to stay sober sometimes when K

grinned a tall, lean, broad woman with a playful glint in her eyes. “And I’m Allan,” said the last, his voice calm and steady. I smiled, offering my name in return. “Nice meeting you all,” I said, a hint of humour in my voice. “And I just hope none of you plan on turning me into your breakfast.” The women burst into laughter, but Allan was the only one who held back a bit, replying with a smirk, “Tempting as that sounds, we wouldn’t dare. You’re our King’s woman.”

I follow suit, glancing down the line at Meg and Chessie before facing forward, ignoring the men on either side of me. A few males step up to the table, greeting their king with short bobs of their heads or little smiles–strange, I think. They must be friends, I believe, because of how casual this all seems. They’re all young. Some show signs of the beginnings of middle age, but that’s it. The king says something to the crowd at large that’s immediately repeated in the Dead Tongue by a man standing off the end of the table. He’s a guard, I presume, based on his clothes.

As we paced around, we received word through our mind link that there were three men approaching the diner. Everyone tensed, as Carson advised the King and his people what was happening. As the door swung open the King cursed. The Queen had gasped, and we all looked at them confused by their response. “It has been you, all along?!?” the King yelled. Tears filled the Queen’s eyes.

When she finally slips back into the room she'll be sharing with Zuri, I make my way downstairs, dragging every step like my legs don't want to carry me. Barely holding myself together. When I reach the entrance of the building, my men are just emerging from the basement—hoodies and jeans in place of cuts and leather, like they're just a group of guys heading out for a late-night drive. But they're not. Not even close. Even in plain clothes, King still looks like a walking threat. Calm. Coiled. Deadly. But damn, does he look so good with that man-bun. All three men are lugging black duffle bags, and I don't have to ask what's inside.

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

I queried confidently, directing everyone's attention towards the king, awaiting his response. The room remained frozen in suspense, each person holding their breath, desperate for the king's decision. The king's voice quivered as he struggled to find his words. "It... It is not. You won't be an acting queen, is that taken?" Elder Thomas couldn't hide his joyous relief as he seized the opportunity. "Good! You heard that, Melina. You are not an acting queen, so get out of here," he declared, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. The other elders joined in the expression of elation, as the king solidified their position.

“Do I have to throw your ass out or what, man?” Chris turned to look at Matt ‘King’ Kingston, his soon-to-be-former boss. King was standing in the doorway, his massive arms crossed over his massive chest, his dark gray eyes as hard as ever, but a tiny smile on his rough face. Yeah, he’d miss King too. The man was shady and secretive and tough-as-hell, but he was a good man in his heart. He’d been good to Chris, he’d been a good boss… and he’d become a good friend.