Anna And The King Of Siam Novel Novels & Stories

A woman sits at the front desk, mindlessly reading her book, not bothering to look up, even as we approach her. "Hello, may I-" She looks up, a flash of recognition passing through her widened eyes as she looks over me. "Are you the King's fiancee?" I tense, feeling Marek's grip on my hand tighten. If she finds out who I am, it will surely get reported back to Tai, and although I hardly care what he thinks, I'm trying to keep a low profile, to get him to trust me. This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares.

“I understand what you are trying to do, Siamese King. What is your condition?” From the other end of the phone, the king replied, “Mr. Summers, you and your wife, Miss Zea, are very much in love, right? I have heard about some of the things that happened between you two. “It just so happens that Miss Zea is also here in Thailand. So, Mr. Summers, your wife is everything to you, right?” “Yes, she is.” Tyr nodded without hesitation, having guessed where this was going. “So, what is your condition, Siamese King?”

He eyes crinkling at the sides as she smiles at me, this story she has told me many times before. “How are you Anya? It must have been hard being in the dungeons” She shakes her head “Gave me more time to relax” I smile at her, she may be old but she is tuff. “I saw the new king you know” I frown at her confused, she stands up and comes around to stand in front of me. Placing a hand on my stomach “He is strong, and he will lead this kingdom into a new age. An age of coexisting with other species” I place my hand over hers “You can feel he is a boy?”

She says coyly, but she is 1,500 years older than I. She bends over and I hop on her back easily with her height. As soon as I settled and pulled my dress down from the back, she takes off quickly. The scenery blurred and the wind striking against my face harshly. My hair flys all over my face, covering most of my view as Anna weaves and runs through the busy streets of a Kingdom named Ghabaàr, created by my mate.

But before I can do some real damage to the place, someone knocks on the door again. “I’m busy!” I yell. “It’s me, Madame Anna.” I freeze. I go to the door and open it. Madame Anna, also Aunt Anna for me, enters my cabin and watches me with a wary expression. “So Valeria really waited for a week to tell me, and even then she couldn't muster enough courage to go through with it,” I say through gritted teeth, sobbing. “I thought she would crack as soon as I told her who I am.” “I didn’t know either,” she whispers, motioning me to sit and ignoring the mess I made. “She was brought in here just two weeks ago by the King. Apparently she came from the Diamond Pack and was brought in here after the

NOTICE TO READERS This book and all its contents are a product of the author's imagination and are entirely fictional. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed the story! Best regards. ~ANNA’S POV~ Two days had passed since Kevin's departure, and the mansion had reverted to its tranquil state. The atmosphere was serene once more, and I was grateful for the peace and quiet. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over everything. It was the perfect day to indulge in a refreshing swim.

King walked his way back to where the disturbance had been in the group. Two more guards accompanied him as if he was a rockstar going through a crowd of fans. The King put his hand on the shoulder of the guard that was still holding Anna. "I don't think that this young lady will be a bother. Let her go take care of her mate." The guard released Anna, and she practically sprinted to Taji. He was still unconscious and being held up by the soldier. Anna reaches up tenderly and looks into his face, and then she leans backward and takes a look at his head, which is now slick with blood. Anna takes her flannel shirt off leaving just her t-shirt, and uses the flannel to try and staunch th

That was a rumor the king and his cronies spread to further discredit it. Once they returned to the palace, Anna said that she needed to rest and went to her room. She wasn’t the least bit tired, but she needed to be alone in order for her to be able to speak out loud the description of her surroundings so that Dr. Bachrach could record every detail. Anna went through every corner of the room, touching and describing the tapestries, the furniture, and going into her closet and describing every piece of clothing and shoes which filled her closet. One thing was certain, her Adara persona had excellent taste in clothes and she was almost jealous of the number and style of shoes.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a