Focus On Yourself King Novels & Stories

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

He felt ashamed for suggesting an easy way out, but it would taint and harm my life and reputation. “We won’t always have easy decisions in life. Yet I will choose death rather than deny my heart and principles.” “I’m learning a lot from you, Alpha King. Thank you so much.” Red knelt and kissed my feet, a pledge of respect and surrender. I smiled and touched Red’s shoulder. “I’m glad you can learn something from me. Please promise me to protect Helena and Freya with your life.”

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

(Hume aap logo ke vishwas hai lekin,) "But respected Priest, I am a Satrap. I learned to move the sword with my hands. The King needs the Queen in the backend and what would be a Queen if she doesn't even protect herself. How she will protect her Empire when she was reliable on others for her safety and the thing is not about safety. He disrespects the Wedded Princess of your Empire and I taught him a lesson of disrespecting a Women and I will continue teaching if needed."She said looking at the ground and her words made everyone silent in the hall and I smiled. Tigress... Roarrrrrrr

Like hell, she didn't know how to do it. "It's... It's not working" she turned to the princess and said timidly. "It has to! You can do it. Just... focus!" Martha was frustrated. Roseline exhaled deeply and turned back to the King, her hands still on his chest. She looked into his face and saw a real legend. Even if she hadn't met this man in her entire life, she could tell he was a hero. She released another deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate - like they said.

They gasped desperately for air, paralyzed by the suffocating dominance rolling off my body. “I am the King,” I roared, staring down at the pathetic, gasping men. “You do not tell me what to do. You do not demand a Luna. You will sit in this room, you will manage the finances, and you will keep your f***ing mouths shut about my personal life!” I held the crushing pressure for five agonizing seconds, watching them choke. Pulling my aura back into my chest, I turned on my heel. “Meeting adjourned,” I spat.

I was standing so close to him, I could feel his heat from where I stood beside his seat. "Seat." He commanded and I did so, taking a seat on the small chair that was placed beside him. I held my head high, refusing to give in to my inner demons, refusing to focus on the fat ugly man who was ogling at me like I was a piece of meat. Just a little focus on him? I would have his liver coming out of his mouth in no time. "Stop staring at him." The hiss came low and I snapped out of my daze. "Hmm?" I looked up at the King.

Concentrate, I tell myself. King insists on zipping the pants even when I bat his hands away. The familiar red haze fills my brain, swelling to the point of exploding, and the pain seizes me. "You must fight it," King urges through the fog of chemicals invading my body. He removes his hands and waits for me to gain control. I need fingers to accomplish this task, so I focus on fingers not claws. It takes a few minutes for the human me to take the lead again and zip myself the rest of the way and find the hole on the other side of the seam and slip the button into it. I glance up at King with incredible pride in this simple accomplishment. He smiles and nods, totally understanding how good it

"Please, I hardly need praise. I don't care whether people love me or hate me. I know what kind of man I am and that's all that matters to me." I could see the hearts forming in Kendrick's eyes as he listened to the King talk. It was as if he was looking in the mirror at himself. The King raised his glass, and we all followed suit after he cleared his throat. "To self-awareness and confidence. May we all have the same level of certainty in who we are." We clinked our glasses, and I took a sip of the wine, its rich and bitter flavor spread across my palate. The King's words lingered in the air, and I couldn't help but wonder if he truly had the same unshakeable confidence that his son seemed

One of them even stepped dangerously closer to the King, his sword gripped tightly, and the blade raised higher and higher. The King was startled, yet terrified, compelled to watch the sword inch closer. Suddenly, the men halted upon hearing cries of agony coming from outside—someone was interfering with their mission to end the life of the King. They quickly dispersed, leaving behind a single man in the chamber with the King. "You worthless rebel! You shall pay for your attempt on my life!!" screamed the King, his voice trembling, "because I am, I AM THE KING OF ALMARIO!" Determined to leave a lasting impression even in his last moments, he wanted the world to remember that he was the one t