Harry Potter King Of England Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"What a minute... I don't understand what you mean." "Second thing. Louis Kingsley, the eldest son of King Leon and Queen Anne, the heir to the throne of the Vampire Kingdom is your mate. In other words, that man you call 'bastard' is your future husband." "What? WHAT?!" "Why are you surprised? Don't you like it?" "W-who said I like that guy?! I really hate him." "You need proof? Isn't that obvious? You're enjoying all his touch. Even you guys--" "S-shut up! I'm not enjoying it."

his smile deepened as his smirk grew deeper. King Fabian grinned, "I trust you my son, our plan is going well as planned, I know that you won't let me down. The kingdom of Anedo should become mine and I can't wait to see the look of shock on king Arthur's face when I take what belongs to him, he won't know when the ball hit him so bad that he will never stand up." he stared at space, his yellow teeth became obvious as he smiled widely. The young prince nodded, "You will take what you wish to possess, I promise you that" he vowed with fiery eyes.

Ronald said in a tone that was not to be refuted. The words fight came to an abrupt stop bringing an eerie silence. The king cleared his voice and spoke, “What did that girl do that made you suggest she be your next girlfriend? You think I don't know they are only contracted girlfriends who never even complete the period you set for them before disposing of them off? She is only an Earthling! Also I heard she can make you unable to use your magic or powers to full potential. Why are you still hellbent on seeking her like you can’t live without her?” The king asked.

WILLOW'S POV "Long story short, I'm the king." my eyes grew wide in shock, Jaxon is the king of England, since when? "Pfft.." I broke into a qirky laugh making fun of Jaxon, I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt this is more hilarious than him burning down the kitchen. Jaxon, the king of England? He can't even take care of small responsibilities like cooking and all of a sudden he gets a kingdom? I looked up, he wasn't laughing, his facial expressions didn't give me a lead on what he thought about my little laugh, I don't know if he's upset or he's joking.

she had informed me with a smile on her face. What was so funny there? If he wanted my forgiveness, he would give me the Blackburn pack, not some common nomad pack! “If you do well there, he’s promised that he’s going to make you the next king,” she held my eyes, her eyes brimming with sincerity. “I promise you that, no matter what, you’re going to be king.” And I had grown up with that thought, I had made the Dust pack the second greatest pack in the seven kingdoms and now that it was time to keep to his words, he had gone ahead to promise the kingdom to Harold, someone whom I was way better and more capable than.

I ran my hand into my hair in frustration. "But mother wasn't..." "Don't even try that Roe." He swiftly interrupted. "I am not just your father, I am King Steven of England and you know better than to question my decision. I've given you too much leniency and it's all because of your mother. America's ideas are now running through your senses. Well, I'm kicking out that idea right away. Prepare to meet your bride in two days. Make sure to get along with her properly." He deadpanned and I kicked my bed in annoyance.

I frowned, feeling incredibly confused. “No, son. Since you are the only single alpha male in my kingdom at the moment, I want you to make the girl fall in love with you. If that means she falls into your bed …” He dramatically waved his arms about splashing water everywhere. “Then it’s a bonus.” “Your highness! I can’t!” I sighed deeply. I wasn’t even sure how I felt about her! “Yes, you can. A little birdie told me that you two are destined mates. Is that not true?” The king frowned and I nearly had a heart attack! Who told him? Who the hell even knew?!

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—”

I asked God to have mercy on me, even though this may be his doing. “I hope you enjoyed your last night as a bachelor, Prince Christopher.” Commented Frankie, his best friend patting him on the back. “I just hope it’s worth it” “Sure you will, though you’ll have to put up with your father-in-law, King Roberts is a real serial killer.” “Don’t mention it to me, your comment is not encouraging at all, Frankie” “Excuse me, Your Majesty! The king requests it at the entrance.” “They’ve arrived! I’ll accompany you.” Frankie said.

It was so hot that made her befuddled. She turned her head and immediately, she was in the right eye with Mr. King. His eyes are dark and deep. He was just like a predator.An Taotao, shook with the spoon's hand, was stiff on her back. After a while, she pulled a hard smile and said, "Are you hungry my lord? I've got 30 minutes left to cook. You can wait outside now. " ‘My Lord?!’ Mr. King sipped his lips, but his eyes had been falling on her, from the eyebrows to the mole of tears, and then to the small lips, and there was no place to let go, as if she was carved into his eyes.