Focus On Yourself King Novels & Stories

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

He didn't like the attention, so I moved on and looked at everyone. "All of you could have walked away and chosen the easy way out, but here we are, fighting to preserve the kingdom and our bloodline. Fighting to preserve peace and fighting for the future. The fact that we are doing this as one gives me hope and the strength I need to push on as your King," I said and sighed.

He kept murmuring to himself, "I can't believe I speak lightly of having kids. Who am I kidding? I haven't been able to captivate her heart, yet I'm already talking about having kids." Scheriziel was flashing red as she stared at the frustrated king. She shook her head and looked at him and asked herself if her eyes and ears were playing tricks on her. A voice inside was reacting, bothering her with a question, 'Is this really the rumored killing machine of Allandis? Right now, he looked like a lost child.'

The King was now mumbling something that was fueling Adams laughter. "He's her mate. You can't kill him." The King was chanting under his breath to himself. "You're mate will kill you if you kill him." he continued in a barely audible chant. I must have looked confused as Adan met my gaze and smirking simply said, "He is meditating, manifesting your survival." he laughed. "Don't worry, I told you before the Royal Beta does the killing, and I won't kill you today." he added, and I was oddly not reassured by him.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

Their own weapons came out, places were found to hide and cover, and fire was returned. King squinted through the madness, looking for Ace. His task – his only task – was to find the man. Everyone else was instructed to clear King’s way, and even though he was happy to take down anyone in his way, his focus was on ‘seek'. Everyone else could handle ‘destroy’. He scanned the massive room, ducked as a bullet shattered the window next to him. “Fuck!” he growled as glass rained down on his head and shoulders. “Goddamn these assholes.”

“I will. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.” Out in the large living room, King dressed rapidly, shrugged on his jean jacket. He was totally focused on what was going on at Curves now, his professional persona sliding into place smoothly and easily. Years of running his special-ops group King’s Men made it as natural as breathing. He went out to his SUV and headed out into the silent city. He took a deep breath, enjoying these moments of peace; he had the feeling that whatever was coming, it was going to be the very antithesis of peaceful.

“Now you’re agreeing with me?” “I’m not judging you. I’m actually kind of proud that for once you’re thinking about what you want and not what you think you should be content with.” “Even if it affects our kingdom?” “Everything you do affects our kingdom. You’re a king. Your existence affects our kingdom, so of course for the first time you actually selfishly want something, you want nature to give you a pass. Break the very foundations of our existence so you can be with the woman you love.”

"You must be embarrassed to dance with someone like me. Everyone is watching us. I think it is better if you dance with somebody on the same nobility as you—" "Then don't look at them." The King pulled her closer and focused her eyes on him. He wanted her to see him alone. He wanted her eyes to gaze a nobody else, but him. Him. Just Him. Just for that moment, just him alone. "Don't listen to them. Don't think about them. Don't talk about them. And this is an order." She only nodded at him and smiled. "Yes, Your Majesty." "Just pour all your attention to me."

" Dewi Sari Kencana was happy to hear that. "He told me that "If you don't want to be a king in this kingdom, then be a king for yourself and the people around you. A king does not always sit on a throne and rule with his words. But he can also embrace and live his life simply while protecting those he cares about. Be that kind of king, a king without a crown." Arya Santanu smiled and bowed his head while praying for his beloved mother.