Fng King Age Novels & Stories

"Good children, let's see who will be my next wife," said the Jin king as he walked around several cells. Then he stopped right in front of the last two cells there. In one cell was an eleven-year-old girl, and in the other cell was a seventeen-year-old woman. King Jin looked at the seventeen-year-old woman, then moved on to the eleven-year-old girl, who was already scared and didn't dare to look at King Jin.

I noticed that in this 12-seat royal table, there are three unoccupied seats. The ball will be starting soon, but I haven’t seen a sign of that intimidating lady. As he wore his crown, I observed his features. The king must be somewhere in his fifties. He has his caramel-blond hair in a formal haircut, matching his thick beard and eyebrows. His pair of hazel eyes are of a regal bloodline. However, he has a full-figured body that is quite questionable for his age. “Father,” A woman from afar, shouted as she strolled towards our table.

[NEW DATA] [Name: Keenan Matthew] [Pseudonym: King] [Age: 56 years old] [Title/position: Chairman of the Black Organization] [Stamina: 80-100%] [Skills: 60-100% [Action Points: 1500] [Victory Points: 2800] Arsenio widened his eyes, just in time to read the Action Points and Victory Points that the 56 year old man had. 'Unlucky! It turned out that the old man had a lot of Action points and Victory Points. How do I beat him? Really, I didn't take it into account until here.' Arsenio cursed in his heart and felt anxious at the same time.

He snickered, “old man.” A small frown settled on my lips before I could stop it. “He’s not old,” I said softly, almost defensively. I didn’t know why the words came out, I had no reason to defend the King. But to be quite honest, I wasn't expecting his Majesty to be thirty. I was actually expecting him to be around twenty five-seven-ish, and the prince to be about a year or two younger. The prince raised an eyebrow but didn’t tease me further. He simply nodded. “Of course you would think that. He’s your mate, after all.”

"The heart occasionally knows before the brain takes it." I instinctively turned aside. "That's not exactly what's going on." The elderly man refrained from argument.Rather, he approached the fireplace and stared into the flames. Many minutes went by in silence, then I let curiosity take over. "What kind of person is Kael?" I asked and Rowan grinned. "At twenty-one, he became king." I blinked in surprise. "That's young." "Too young," he said and wore a solemn look. "He saw his parents pass away."

Apart from that, he's so close to a mere slave. "Oh, I'm already at age of 15, I will soon come to my age. How about you, Lady Phine? " Finn answer as he reflects on the situation, he thought that let's first see what this kid can do why did the Royal Family give her the privileges of a lady instead of a slave...

Freddy was an impatient and evil man, wasting a human life seems just like killing off an ant. Simon King was an ex marine of the United States of America, he was a man in his late thirties; everybody was surprised when he decided that he was retiring, he had served for fifteen years before he filed for a retirement after a near death experience in Afghanistan. Most of his colleagues had died either in emergency wars or during secret operations.

Her breathing came to normal. The male fae seemed surprised by what she said. “Hevian?” Una stared at the faerie in disbelief. Something was wrong. “Not him. I meant Fang.” Drite chuckled. “Hold on. Fang was forced to retire twenty years ago because of the civil war among the three packs. Hevian is now the reigning Alpha King of the Nacht Territory.” “Twenty years ago? Impossible!” Una shook her head, disregarding Hevian being the Alpha King. She had plenty of time to ask Drite about it. She had to know the discrepancy in her timeline.

She was in deep thought about the death of King which was rather surprising. Elena believed that the death of King was not because of age and in her theory, King was indeed old but not too old to die. She had read up the historical background of the family she was joining soon as the book had been given to her by Carl and had discovered that by record, King is the youngest person to die as a leader. All previous leaders had stayed up to their late ninety and even early hundreds too. While she was still in thought, she heard the knock on the door and went on to check up the person. “Hello Elena” Carl’s voice came through upon opening the door “Can I come in?” he asked

I argue. “I’m a man, Miss. Keep callin’ me a fuckin’ boy; I’ll prove it wrong,” he says as he grips my chin. “Be ready, Miss, I won’t give in,” he states. “King, I’m twenty-eight. How old are you?” I ask. “Nineteen, babe, age ain’t a factor in this; there’s only two things that matter, and we’re facin’ each other,” he argues before lowering his head and kissing my neck. A whimper claws at my throat, trying to escape.