Novel & Cerita Got Mad King Name

"That was a nice history lesson. But what does all that have to do with me?" "The name of the king that ruled over Fadaka, do you know it?" I shook my head. "They never told us." Bamise smiled and leaned close to me. "His name was Oba Bejide Adelanwa."

I stood up straight before dipping into a low curtsey. "My king." His eyes were expressionless and dark. His lips were thin. This man was furious. I couldn't let it bother me. "A fine morning, is it not?" My voice was ridiculously sweet it irritated me. I refused to remind myself that this was indeed the mad king every kingdom feared. This man, an Alpha without kindness and mercy. My cheeks still hurt as I pinned him down with my gaze. "Get out."

their expressions trained and blank. And then there was me. Wrapped in the thin, body-hugging rope dress the king had made me wear. It barely covered my thighs and left my back open, but compared to the others, I was practically the only modestly dressed pet in the hall. Overdressed, even. A horn was blown from the right side, and the herald’s voice rang throughout the room. “Alpha Damon of the Black Moon Syndicate, leader of the mafian wolf pack. The devil of the east, King of Ironhall, and his consort arrives!”

He finds it strange that Aileen was silent, so he speculated that the lady must be up to escaping again or doing silly things again. All of a sudden, a lady jumped into him. It clung to his neck like a koala, then she asked, "Who are you? Say the magic word!" 'Magic word? What the hell is she trying to say?' says the confused mind of the king, but his mouth runs and utters, "Don't you know who I am? And, what's with that magic word?" "If you call me 'my sunshine', 'my queen' or 'my love'... Then you're hella' in!... Otherwise, names like 'you' or 'woman'... Then you're freaking out! Yah, hear me?"

But I know that he was willing to sacrifice his own mate in order to protect himself and his kids, all because she wasn’t of the pure royal bloodline. But now I was onto 1450. His eldest son had taken over as the King and that was KING 3. I couldn’t pronounce their names and some of them weren’t even written in English. So I was just giving them names as I was writing them in my notebook. Trying to keep track of them all. While I was sitting at the table someone started knocking on the door so I got up to answer it and Leo was standing there. “Hi.” I said. “Hi. I hope I haven’t caught you at a bad time.” He said.

“You knew my mother?” A sad smile crosses his face. “Knew her?” he repeats quietly. “She was my mother too.” I stare at him. No. No, that isn’t possible. My fingers clutch the blanket beneath me. “What are you talking about?” He takes a slow breath. “My name is Maddox Evan Storme.” I know that name. Heck, everyone knows that name! The alpha king that is relentless and took no for an answer, the one that built himself his empire and the Ironcrest from his great spars and battles.

“I know. May iba kasing bagay sa ‘kin.” Umirap si Donna sa sinabi ko. “Ang landi mo. Panay ka tanggi kilig an kilig ka naman. Eto na ‘yong chika. I heard from Sir Rowan nung bumalik kami sa taas nila Maddie na biglang nawala sa mood ang crown prince at umalis daw ito at mukhang galit na galit. No one knew where he went and what caused the change in his demeanour, pupusta ko na nagseselos ‘yun kay Kenneth,” nakangiting kwento pa nito at mukhang masayang masaya.

Hence, their meeting was rescheduled for this morning. Meanwhile, Zachary occurred to be in the room as he stood with his hands behind him, his eyes on the king. "Where is King Mamba?" King Spencer suddenly asked, his cold voice engulfing the room. "He's currently at the dining, my king," Zachary replied, and King Spencer nods as he turned around to face him. "I haven't seen Madison for a while now, where is she?" He asked again. "Madam Madison is away on a trip, she needed to get your prescription, as usual, my king," Zachary replied to him and King Spencer nods.

“Oui. Asher and Azazel. Asher is calm. Ze other… not so much, he is known as the Mad King. Something broke in him long ago, and no one dared to fix it. Why do you think Madame Ysara keeps coming back for more slaves?” She looked me dead in the eye. “Because they all go missing.”

Jorak replied, his shaky voice muffled, thanks to his face practically being right on the short grass. “Your father’s name?” the King inquired in the same tone. “Ginda Sintral,” Jorak choked out, his small frame trembling like a leaf. “Jorak, son of Ginda…yes, I remember that name…good…good,” the King commented distantly. “Speak. What will rouse my grandchild?” the King continued evenly. Jorak remained face to the ground, shivering. “Rise, Seer, speak,” the King commanded.