Ban X King Novels & Stories

*** Bryan came home at half past three in the afternoon with grass stains on both knees and a drawing he’d made at school that he insisted I look at. I looked. “It was,” he explained with great seriousness, “a picture of our apartment, with two figures in front of it, one tall, one small and above the small one, a crown.” “Who’s the crown for?” I asked. “Me,” he said. “Because I live there and it’s my kingdom.” “It’s a one-bedroom apartment, baby.” “Kingdoms come in different sizes,” he said, completely unbothered, and went to drop his bag in his room.

Clara scoffed. “You don't deserve to use the name.” Xavier replied sternly. “Okay, can both of you not argue right now?” Kaylen asked. “What are you doing here?” Xavier asked and she glanced at Bryan. “Does he snitch?” Clara asked. Xavier glanced at Bryan. “Well, his father is in the game so if he does he is snatching on his father.” Xavier replied. “What? What game? What are you talking about?” Bryan asked. “Ignore it.” Kaylee said to him with a smile.

"You lied about everything!" The guards around drew their swords, all pointing at Xander, ready to strike in case he did. He shook with anger as he glared at his father, "She was right. You are a monster. " The king burst into laughter, his voice roaring as he held his fat belly, laughing as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever. Xander swiped his sword forward, narrowly missing the King's neck as the guards stopped his sword, their swords aiming for different parts of his body.

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

Vincent didn't ask anything any further. From the looks on Mr. Lopez's face, Vincent thought, it must be an important matter. But didn't his father already rejected him since birth? And it's been a long time since he was banished from their own house. What business does he still have with the House of Cruz? Also, if it is really important, why didn't his father sent him a letter himself? William is quick to notice that Vincent is spacing out again. By then he knows that Vincent is being bothered by his thoughts. William taps the other's shoulders and tried to make him cheer up a little. "Don't worry. I'll go with you."

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”

The alpha King said… He takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “What if I can't handle the situation?” Xander asked. He's just looking for any excuse not to go…he can handle it perfectly well.in fact, fighting and torturing rogues gives him great joy. “You can handle it! You have royal blood in you… This should be easy as it's a small pack!” Having no other excuses to give, Xander keeps quiet and slumps onto his chair. “So you're going, right?” Alpha King grits out. “Yes!” Xander answered. “As if I have a choice!” He grumbles under his breath… But the alpha King heard him… Everyone present heard him.

“He took advantage. Ask them!” The whispers returned. This time, louder. Vicious. “He defiled the royal heir…” “His own stepbrother…” “This is treason.” “Strip him of his rank!” “Punish him!” The King rose to his feet, gaze sharp as steel. He pointed at Xavier. "Kneel. Right now." Xavier didn’t move. His silence was thunder. He was shocked. Or was he? "Kneel," the King repeated, voice a hammer. “Or I’ll consider it treason.”

After everyone left the palace grounds, King Van De Fretas looked around and sat down. He stared blankly ahead. It was like he was thinking about something. "Prince Xander Reenan, my son. Where are you now? What does the greeting you send me mean?" murmured the king of Van De Fretas as he lowered his head and ruffled his hair. Bodyguard! Come here!” King Van De Fretas called for a guard standing not far from him. "Call the head of the tiger squad to come face me," ordered the king of Van De Fretas after the bodyguard came to him. King Van De Fretas massaged his forehead. Many things messed up with his mind. His mind was full of images of Lourine Chatrine and her son Prince Xander Reenan. A f