Fate King Hassan Novels & Stories

"Three years I have been working on this plan, three years waiting and now I will finally be the king I am meant to be and will rule Eririat and the whole of Asiarian with a firm fist." “I feel like I know this story. Do you remember what happened to the last biggest and baddest King? You know, the almighty King Orion – My ‘father’?” Now I stand, screw the headache, coming to a stop just on the other side of the bars, I look into Farid’s eyes. “He got greedy, and it ended in his death. You will meet the same fate.” Farid’s eyes narrowed “Have you foreseen this witch?” he scowls a command in his voice.

My injuries got the best of me, and my frail body eventually returned as i morphed back to my naked human self. "Heh?" I heard, unable to see the details of the faces that peered over me. "What's a woman like her doing in a place like—" "Wait" one tilted his head. "Do you hear that?" He bent forward. "She's pregnant." "Ewwww. Now she's worth even less. Why don't we just have our way with—" "Watch your mouth boys. She's a princess" A different voice echoed up. This one was deeper, and way more chilling. It was the same voice that had given the order to hunt and kill.

He looks at me with an annoying sarcasm and almost smiles. -I thought you westerners were smarter. Obviously, why should anyone be called majesty? Today I am generous, so I will give you three options. Option one: Am I the janitor of the Mosque? Option Two: A Merchant of Flying Rugs? Oh, maybe I'm Aladdin himself. Look, girl, I give up, I don’ t have the patience for games. I am the king of this country, Nahan Zayn Asi Tarif. And taking you to your home in Qatar will not be possible, you are in Manama, Bahrain. Good Heaven! He's the king of this country, I've never heard of this place, where is it? Is it near Qatar? I'm stuck here with this psycho guy, he thought about killing me and I do no

“Hello, lady, I haven't had the chance to introduce myself earlier in the room. Let me introduce myself, I am Thebet Furq, I am the second assistant of His Majesty The King.” “Introducing, I'm Sasha, then she's Rose, my sister. And this little guy is Pasha, my-” "Our son." Dylan interrupted. "Yes, our son." “Of course, I know. Although it's late, let me greet you, welcome to the Haddad Kingdom. I have heard that you all will be coming with Lord Dylan. So I came here on His Majesty's orders to welcome Lord Dylan." "I see. I'm very grateful to His Majesty for being so considerate of Dylan."

I blinked hard, trying to clear my head. "Hassan, I really think we should slow down…" "You are worthy of that name," he interrupted, his voice growing more passionate. "You have the intelligence, the grace, the breeding that would make you the perfect wife for someone in my position. Together, we could build an empire that would make your father's wealth look like pocket change." The mention of my father made me flinch. How much did Hassan really know about me? "I would give you everything," he continued, reaching across the table to grasp my hands again. "Homes in Dubai, London, New York. Jewelry that would make queens weep with envy. Art, cars, whatever your heart desires. Money would nev

Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "How does it feel without power?" She asked him, pausing walking for a bit. "Feels great," he grimaced hard. His squires stepped up to attend him. Ezekiel watched as his son Devan pulled a long padded glove over the king's right hand. The boy wore a cream-colored doublet with a fiery heart sewn on the breast. Sryrn was similarly garbed as he tied a stiff leather cape around His Highness's neck. "Why are you still thinking about your son? He and your bitch wife aren't alive anyway," Hadassah glanced at him with hatred in her eyes after a long time

" Off course not my lord you have been an amazing king " " Then why is fate playing a trick on me " " I don't think so your majesty " " Off course you wouldn't tell me the truth because you are afraid of losing your head " " No your majesty " " I have finally found someone I love so much, someone that my heart beats for , Someone that makes me feel alive again but it feels am losing her every second , Why ?" "I can't say much your majesty , But all I can say right now is that the gods are wise. things happen for reason please Your majesty don't lose hope please "

So in this life, my sister chose Jackson without hesitation. After hearing her words, my mom sighed and turned to me. “Emma, Lily has wronged you. But the Hollanders’ bride price already paid for your brother’s tuition. And with their background, we can’t afford to offend them.” The Hollanders didn’t have a good reputation in town. Mark’s father had killed someone and gone to prison. Mark dropped out after middle school and ran with a group of thugs. His mother rarely spoke and never went out, and his younger sister had a bad temper, nothing lady-like at all.

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."