Got Mad King Name Novels & Stories

"I overheard the other girls talk about it in the hallway, I got the recap of it." "Help a girl out?" She asked. "He has three younger brothers and one sister," I said to her. "The current King's name is Carrick, his wife's name is Mayela." "Yeah, that seems like the important parts." She looked out of the window for a few seconds. "The guy's name is Sebastian right?" I started laughing. "Yeah." I answered. A few tables over I heard the redheaded girl sigh loudly, clearly annoyed by our ignorance. Tessa seemed to notice it too and raised her cup of coffee.

Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.

This time, he wasn't looking at the ladies or smiling with them, he was staring at him. The old man's words were now like a background sound to the king, it was like he was speaking far from him. He ignored everything around and kept watching the young guard who pressed his lips tight and blinked several times as he tried not to break their eye contact. The court ladies touched his chest and his arms, but it didn't affect Alec. His eyes couldn't stop looking at Kenneth. He was hypnotized by his intense stare, magnetised by the mysterious scar around his eye. He was known as the Mad King, the man who kills to satisfy his thirst. But now, stood a man foreign to his eyes, a king with elegancy a

Kieran sighed, his body leaning down against mine, pressing me deeper into the bed as he reached for my hand and played with my fingers. “Do you never run?” I asked curiously. “Have you forgotten? The King never shifts. If only he'd shifted, I'd have raced my way to your palace and stolen you away at night, but his control is very surprising at times.” I scowled, “You sound toxic.” He looked away with an amused expression, almost as if I'd given him a compliment, “I am toxic, Mate. That's why they call us the Mad King. Although, we try not to live up to our reputation.”

because whatever path you plan on taking, it will only lead to your doom] . “He isn't someone worth knowing,” Atlas says. “Atlas.” I glare. He bites on his lips before saying, “His name is Darius. King Darius. And he is not a good man.” The horrified look on his face makes me take a cautious step back. ... [you hear that, November? he is bad. all Kings in Alkhemi are bad, how much longer till you acknowledge this?] ... “How bad is he?” I don't know who I am asking this question, but Atlas decides to speak up after a long while.

I'm the most powerful king in all the seven kingdoms, if I hold a small wedding, the enemy will think I fear them. "I Carl, King of Everton, will have a grand wedding that will be heard of in all the seven nations. I will not hold a small wedding, I will let them know who Carl is. I want you to invite all the Kings to my wedding, including my enemies," I muttered.

an order rings out, and I smile nervously before walking toward them. “Of course, your Highness,” I say, with a proper tone, but the man laughs, making me halt. OH NO! Do they know? Is this it?! Is this the end? “I am not the King,” He smirks, standing. “He is,” he says as King Madden stands beside him. My entire body is frozen, and the world begins to shift. How did I not know who King Madden was?! That’s surely a red flag!

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

he shouts which makes me jump a little, I take a final glance to Gray he just looked at the ground, now they've hit a nerve in me. "Now, I don't wish to offend you by calling you this whatever your name is, but I can only assume that you're rather slow sir, not physically but mentally" I join the conversation making eye contact with the guy, he sends me a confused look taking a glance to the other men "if you haven't realised sir, the kings father isn't king anymore hasn't been for quite a few years, so I don't really understand why you all seem to bring him up as often as you do" "We are just saying ma'am, that his father would be dealing with this situation differently to how the king is

said Tom. "Not that either. We're nobody's men. Whose men are you?" Anguy the Archer said, "We're king's men." Arya frowned. "Which king?" "King Robert," said Lem, in his yellow cloak. "That old drunk?" said Gendry scornfully. "He's dead, some boar killed him, everyone knows that." "Aye, lad," said Tom Sevenstrings, "and more's the pity." He plucked a sad chord from his harp.