Hadassah: One Night With The King Novels & Stories

Which is good, my heart belongs to one woman and one woman only. "Well then, continue what you were saying, mister." She says, her voice terribly disrespectful. I really miss Kathleen's soothing voice. She would talk for hours about her life experiences as we laid in bed. It would be the highlight of my day at times. "This is King Levi. The king of Northmere, he's here to discuss peace." He says in a warning tone to his daughter. Her eyes grow big and bows low. A realization coming over her. I could see her mind scurrying with the thought of other people. Finally learning some respect and scampers out of the room.

“Me too! But hot water removes fatigue and tension and the king is always worried about his subjects, so he needs a hot bath.” “Hm, I see that you speak very good things about him.” Daisy could not help but murmur in a low voice. She did not understand why but she noticed it many times. Layla was indeed always a good speaker about Ahaz. She never used any kind of bad word against him. Layla giggled in response before answering, “Actually Daisy, I don’t think the king is what he pretends to be. He is not cruel as we call him.” “And how do you say that?” She too wanted to know when Layla saw a good king in Ahaz who was not cruel.

The person becomes angry looking at him and replied very coldly" You enjoy your night and The King is preparing all night's to destroy you " The Prime minister becomes shocked. He didn't know what to say on this topic. He said, " At night also he is so active. Shouldnot he invest his time on preparing heir for the kingdom. what is he doing investigating in night also. So it's true he doesn't even let any women near him other than his Queen mother Meghan. What is happening". "It's good he is working day and night to known the truth who is not like someone dick headed. so you had to complete the task I had given you quickly. Don't just keep fooling around with your mistress".Prime minister

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?

It was my first day as the King and I was sleeping till late. After getting ready, I walked to the courtroom where I realised that hearing for the day was done. While going to Abhi's chamber, an attendee caught my attention and said. "King, Maa Saheb is asking for you in Rani Bagh" I nodded at him and turned my feet to Rani Bagh. I didn't know why but I was feeling as if I was on cloud nine today. I felt more strong, peaceful and light today. The sunlight falling on my face just not brighten my skin but my soul. I was feeling as if I have lived my life. I didn't know but spending time with her was becoming more and more peaceful and fulfilling.

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

His blue eyes settled on the guests, especially on Silence. Silence felt his heart warm up instantly, his gaze not leaving the figure. “That must be Mr. King's first son. Dylan King… the one who recently became the president of the King's Entertainment Industry,” Zade whispered to Rosa. “Damn… he’s a copy of Cassius King.” "You sure know a lot about the family." Rosa muttered. "I'm a big fan," Zade grinned. Dylan approached them, his gaze locked with Silence. He stopped to stand beside his father.

It was as if time had repeated itself, yet feelings had changed, positions had shifted, and love now stole rather than offered. Outside, Adham, the young scion of the great royal family, found the world moving against him. He stepped out of Yassin’s chalet, staggering slightly, and looked back at Yassin. “Good night, Yassin. Sleep well,” Adham said with a smile, adding, “Don’t forget to make Laila happy tonight—perhaps you’ll have a child before the family dies out.”

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

“That’s not the word they use behind my back.” He took a step closer, closing the tiny space between us. I do not think he could step any closer than he is now. “Do you know what they call me?” he asked, his breath fanning my face. I swallowed hard, shaking my head as I held his gaze. A lie. I knew all the names he had been called his entire lifetime. “The demon king.” He said simply. “And they are not wrong.” My breath caught, but I didn’t look away.