Focus On Yourself King Novels & Stories

" Stay away from me , You see this beautiful dream of yours you really have to wake up from it, it's just a mere imagination okay I belong to someone else and no one ,I mean no one can change it so the earlier it gets into your brain the better for you ,stay away from. me or .." " Or what me ,or kick my balls ,hmm let me guess again scream rape ,I would like to tell you something about this palace my dear no matter how you try to scream no one I mean no one will come to rescue you expect I give them a go ahead " " Hahaha you are funny ,just because you where given access to work around this palace freely don't mean you should attach too much important to yourself ,infact you think too highl

“You need to understand, this isn’t about you, it’s not about us. It’s about my role, about my duty.” “Oh, so now it's all about your duty?” I said sarcastically. “When has it ever been about duty? You always think of yourself first, George, focusing on your position and that precious throne.” I moved closer, locking my gaze with his. “You’d abandon people just to save yourself. And you call yourself an Alpha King?” I could tell I had hit a nerve. I had found his insecurity, and it felt great to see.

Snap out of it, Hazel. Focus. You're angry. You're furious. You're putting him in his place. Not staring at his…royal weapon. I dragged my gaze back up to his face and poured every ounce of ice I had into my voice. “Listen carefully, Mr. King,” I said, slow and clear. “I don’t know what’s going on in that thick skull of yours tonight, but you will never touch me again. Ever.” His eyes flashed. He took one step closer, completely naked, completely shameless. “We have a duty. The kingdom expects an heir—”

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

Wrapped in Alexander's arm, I tried my best not to look at the people that were standing in front of us. Three gruffly men who eyed me like I was a piece of candy were in a heated conversation with the king. "Don't overstep your boundaries Jeff." Alexander warned in an icy tone. The man named Jeff scrunched his nose. "And what boundaries are those? I didn't do anything wrong." This Jeff guy was talking to the king of Devon as if he were some messenger. I wasn't too surprised though.

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."

“I’ve made it clear. She’s not my concern beyond the birth.” My knees nearly gave way, and I had to grab the edge of the wall to steady myself. The harshness in the King’s tone, the indifference toward me was overwhelming. I was nothing more than a breeding slut to him. Josh’s voice softened, almost sympathetic. “You really don’t care about her at all?” “No,” the King replied firmly. “She’s not worth my concern. My focus is on the baby, not her.”

I don’t think many have been able to hear the words but the few that are around me are now focusing on me not the ceremony. The King is leaning forwards in his chair as I lower my head. Why have I been so selfish, I don’t deserve him. I couldn’t see who he was before, why would he even still want me now. Now that he has found someone to replace me.

It's hard to recognize him in that mustache. "Wait for my order." I muttered loud enough for my men to hear. I stared at King in front of and I smirked. Too bad he'll be dead tonight. Do you know why he's called King? Well, that's because he's the biggest and the boss of all mobs - he's the King in this game and in this game, you have to get rid of the top dog to be the top dog and that's what I'm doing tonight. "Three, two and...

"You're the—" "Do not step away from me," he cuts in with a growl. But I take another step back. "King," I breathe aloud, running a hand through my dark curls. "You're the king."