Chapter Kings Cross の小説・ストーリー

King and a Taotao in his arms. Mr.King raised his gaze and looked at him coldly and unhappily. Huang Chen felt bad and immediately covered his mouth. He kept his mouth shut and did not wake his sister-in-law. He carefully walked around Mr.King. Mr.King looked up again and stopped him with a cold voice. "Wait a moment." "Mr.King?" Huang Chen suddenly stopped and looked at him with confused eyes. Mr.King lowered his gaze slightly. After a moment of silence, he opened his lips and said, "I am going to Hathaway University on Friday . Please arrange it ."

The smell of singed wood and plaster permeated the air as my subjects stood in silence; too shocked to utter a sound. “When I was here last, I was but a naïve girl wondering myself the same thing this small group before me wonders. I was raised in a remote part of the world with minimal contact to anyone outside my immediate family; which consisted of myself and my grandparents. When Geordie Brennus, King of Verso, posed as a wanderer to trick me into returning to my mutant-vampire mother so that she could barter me in marriage to Prince Vogel in exchange for an alliance, I followed him like an innocent lamb to the slaughter house.” When the crowd went abuzz over my words, I waited a momen

He said, attempting to pull Nicolas in the opposite direction but stopped once guards trooped in from both sides. They stopped in their tracks as Khasi emerged donning a lavish cloak and his father's crown. "My my my. What do we have here?" She said with a laugh, "Two would be kings clinging onto each other for dear life. Why if I didn't know you better Khalid I'd be shocked." Another chapter done. Sorry for the late update. I hope you enjoyed it though. Please click that star and comment on this work. I'll love to hear from you.

Jace Kingston doesn't deserve space. I'm organizing my notes when the door opens. He fills the doorway like he owns it. Broad shoulders under a crimson Vipers hoodie. Dark hair still wet from the shower. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He smells like expensive cologne and something else—something cold, like the ice he skates on. Girls on campus call him King. They say it like a prayer. I say it like a curse. "You're the tutor?" His voice is low and lazy, like this is all a joke.

“Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.” --- “This is what our daughter has been learning from you! If you were not that ambitious in the first place, she wouldn’t be that greedy, too.” My father’s voice woke me up. Each room in our grandparents’ house has always been ajar, so everyone can get to hear each other’s conversations.

I writhe uncomfortably against the metal cut of the cuffs, wishing I had Marek's cool mask. Framing the entrance to the building, sits a perfectly manicured hedge, making my eyes narrow. This is a King. A real King. We are going to face him, be sentenced... Maybe he will kill us, even. Inside, the building transforms. In an atrium style, the ceiling is glass, forming a mullioned dome over a massive space that extends magnificently before me. A centrepiece swirls upward, ivy vines curling around an ornate statue, spouting water from it's mouth. I blink once, twice, as if this elysian paradise might just vanish and reveal this has been nothing but an elaborate dream.

Xavier Heat from the scorching sun beat down on him while he attacked. Uncaring, numb from pain, he didn't feel anything. Functioning in a trance, his doing, he slashed and broke bodies. Nuisances, all of them. The vicious Vampire King, his friends, Lucas and Alexander had invaded a small town in the province of Mexico, showing their true colors to the enemies. Creating havoc. Attacking warlock villages. With a sheer fucking will, destroying everything in their paths.

I looked up. And I shouldn’t have—two reasons. First, he looked every bit the king he was, adorned with a golden vine-like crown that complemented his hair. I was so lost admiring him that I barely noticed I was crossing the courtesy line. Thanks to Diane’s elbow nudging me, I avoided adding “disrespecting the king” to my list of crimes.

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.