Getting To Know You King And I Novels & Stories

He said walking in-between the grasses “Ooooo” She had heard many things about the late first generation king and queen, but she was sure most of them were rumors “I heard about them” I said, proud of the little education I know about the kingdom I would soon rule “Almost everyone has” He said bursting my ego as my frown turned into a sharp frown Smiling he turned to me “Tell me what you heard, Sheila” He said softly in a voice that clearly intoxicated me, looking down at the grass, I cleared my throat

When we arrive at an incredible palace, I can’t keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a beautiful estate.” “This is where our pup will be raised if my campaign is successful.” He shares, “The King’s Palace.” “Why is the current King stepping down?” I ask as we climb the marble stairs, mostly trying to distract myself from all the flashing cameras and reporters screaming out to get Sinclair’s attention. “Alpha Dominic, over here!” “Alpha Dominic, who’s your date?”

I answer calmly—college, family, work, chasing a master’s degree, trying to rebuild a broken life. Then he leans forward. “The question everyone wants answered,” he says. “How did you seduce the king?” The room goes silent. I stare into the lens, twisting my expression into something fragile, wounded, but dignified. “The truth no one knew,” I say softly, “is that I never knew he was a king the first day we met. And the king is aware of this. If I’m lying—may the king himself punish me.” A pause. “And he wasn’t even married then.”

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

he scoffed in a taunting manner. I sighed heavily on his question. It was true. I had no clue what his full name was, I had no idea how old he was, in fact I don’t think I knew him at all. Who is he? What do people know about him? What’s his background? I don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he is a King, a freaking gorgeous one, and he’s really powerful and he gets tantrums and he can be quite moody mostly towards the angrier side. I don’t know my mate!

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

Joanna’s Point of View The moment the King and I made eye contact, a wave of unexpected tranquility settled over me. He had entered the conference room with an almost spectral silence, his presence barely registering until his gaze met mine. He had observed my position beside Clyde, a tableau of our strained relationship, and had overheard the tail end of our tense exchange. Though his features were etched with a sternness that could intimidate even the most seasoned Royal, I sensed an undercurrent of something else, something akin to understanding.

The room had its curtains drawn, and it was empty, save for the doormen, another man, and the King. Sitting on his throne looking regal and dignified in rich and wealthy clothes deserving of a man of his status, the King was listening keenly to someone – a minister? – telling him about a parchment he held out. He was as young as she had heard. After succeeding his Father to the throne, he had remained as arrogant as when he was young – people had gossip – and Beth, though not keen towards gossip, inclined her head towards it one time or two. She supposed it was paying off. "Your Majesty, the Duke of Carlisle and his guests." The kingsman introduced when they finally stopped, a bit too close

Tessa frown as she recognize the name, but she can't remember from where. "I'm pleased to meet you, Partner" The King says and Tessa gasps in shock. Her parents told her about him in their letter. "You mean King Len McIntyre?" She asks and he nods smiling at her. "You really are tough to find, when we heard the rumors about you I knew we had to come here, it is just unfortunate that we had to come and sort legal matter out" Jarek look at the two of them confused "I'm sorry but how do you know each other?" He asks and The King laughs

"Let’s just get through the next section, Cain." We kept working. The silence between us shifted from awkward and tense to something... comfortable. It was the most comfortable silence I think I had ever sat in. We weren't performing. I wasn't being the "Golden Boy" Cain, and he wasn't being the "Ice King" Eli. We were just two students in a room, surrounded by coffee cups and messy handwriting.