Fate King Hassan Novels & Stories

Aqualia gritted out. I blew out a long breath and kept walking. If I didn't do this, no one else would. Now that Fesel was going willingly, Starra and Jayel stopped fighting. He would never kill her but he liked teaching others lessons. She would never forget this one. We paused at Fesel's Father. The dead folks called him Prince Fenon. He was wearing the ruling crown. At the current moment, his title was King Fenon. 'A man with a good heart but makes terrible decisions,' was the statement that bounced in my brain.

He had the swagger of a celebrity, but had the job and responsibilities of a nerd. What a combination. "Hassan Darrick. I am Kingsley.." Before I could finish speaking, the woman who I had now clocked was the receptionist who interrupted me. "This man here wants to see you, Hassan. Without an appointment. I'm trying to tell him that, and all I've seen is him losing his temper over and over again. It doesn't make any sense if he indeed is who he truly says he is.." Hassan raised a hand. "Farida, are you out of your senses? The man next to him is literally one of the most popular men in the state right now. That is Alphonso Bohen of the Confederates party."

"We are doing this so the Fates do not see our big move coming, which does no good if you go around yelling our plans." "I will yell whatever I like. The king is not here to punish me, and I ain't afraid of no Fates." The flat-nosed gnome stuck his chin out arrogantly. "That dirty Khay-fehr has been in Valiant for far too long. That lousy gnome has no interest in helping us. I say we kill him with the the rest of them." "The 'king's chosen' will accomplish his mission or he will be cut off from his reward. And are you saying his name wrong on purpose? It pronounced…."

On the way she falling in love with Zayn. STORY STARTING RULER OF FATE IS HEART Announcing (welcome to the grand finale of London car Racing. Here we go) Manager asked Zayn Are you ready? Zayn : I'm always ready Announcing (King of Race Zayn on the track ) Crowd shouting his name Zayn Zayn Zayn.... Announcing (Ready 1 2 start) (After racing) Manager," Zayn you are idol of future generations. See the peoples outside ,they all your fans".

However, I’m not taking over my pack as the Alpha though until I’m at least 21 and if I have a choice, I’ll do it at 23. My cousin Tyson is the only soon-to-be Alpha that I know will have actual power. He’s the next Alpha King. He’ll take over for my Uncle Winston. ‘Not sure why you won’t listen to me, dummy. I’m telling you, being here at training has caused us to tap into something. I can feel the shift within us. Just pack this damn apartment up and get us home. I need to see her fool”. ‘Okay wolf, calm the hell down. Jaden and Zach will be here. We’ll attend the end of training ceremony shit and then we’re out. I wanna get home and see her to’.

Before she could ask what the young princess was saying, the doors of her room were knocked on twice before the doors were opened by the royal guards. The old granny immediately stood up from the sofa when the surroundings were invaded by the presence of the king. A tall man with black short hair that was a little ruffled stepped into the room. He was modeling in a long black coat with golden lining on the lapel, long black shoes, and inside he was wearing a black suit. Shoulders broad, long legs, a face that had a heroic handsomeness settled on its gentle features. He was Jasper, the king of the Logon kingdom and Sasha's soon-to-be husband.

What a lovely day it had turned into for everyone except for a particular mafia boss. The mafia boss let out a muted noise of discontentment. Didn't they have anything interesting to report? Traitors to be made examples of? No people playing in territory that didn't belong to them? Anything would've been better than the financial report his right-hand man continued to drone on about. David's head remained supported by a hand under his chin as he forced himself to continue listening.

"Now, now, darling, you can be rough with me later." "Alpha." A blonde man stepped forward, his hair up in a ponytail as he looked uneasy. Aiden released Amira's hand and stepped forward to greet him. "It's alright, Winston." He reassured him. "I'm alright. So is Amira." He peered back to the platform. "We're all alright for the most part." "We don't like this." Another man spoke up from behind Winston. "Bringing the Werewolf King here like this. What if Karmina follows?" Jayce glared, but kept his lips sealed. He knew better than to trample on someone else's territory.

“You must obey the king, and his son, Marcus without question.” "Marcus” The name sounded so familiar, like I knew who was its owner but I struggled to recall where I had heard it before. “Marcus...” I whispered slowly, allowing my thoughts to wander. “Where have I heard that name before?” Shawn turned to me, his expression troubled. “It is my first time hearing the king Adonis’ son's name too.” He said his voice tinged with concern. As tension thickened in the air, my father's expression hardened as he prepared to accept the king's offer, resigned to our fate under the oppressive thumb of Twilight Ridge.

He would never be. Denney, trembling, tried to rise. "Nephew_" "I am your king!" Alexander's voice boomed, slamming his fist against the armrest. "I am more than the son of your brother. I am your king, and you will accord me my honour. I, command, you." Silence blanketed the courtroom. Alexander sighed, rising from his seat again. "I tire of this." He stepped forward to the edge of the dais. "This is my sovereign sentence: Ten days from today, Lords Denney, Featings, and Farrington will be hanged to death in the square."