Novel & Cerita His King Her Queen

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

King Achilles said, and the chiefs laughed. “I can see you have gathered fools as chiefs…,” Alfred said and Kyril cut in. “You must be stupid for that. Who told you that Queen whatever and her daughter are here?” “We are not here for you and I want you to keep quiet. Achilles, where are queen Caroline and Hazel?” Alfred said. “And you think you will take Caroline and Hazel away from this palace?” King Achilles said with a smile. “Yes, I tell you. You are wasting our time. I give you one minute to produce queen Caroline and Hazel,” Alfred said, and closed one of his eyes.

It was clear from his warm expression that he was happy to see him. Who wouldn't? After he fought with Ravok, everyone wanted an audience with him or wanted him as a sentinel in their pack. “I am glad to welcome you both,” the king said warmly. “Godfrey, it’s been too long.” I nodded and asked, “Where is the queen?” The king’s smile faded just a little. “She has traveled with our son to meet his mate’s family. They will be back soon.” I simply nodded, saying nothing more, and he led us into the palace.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

I sigh. “Get those you need, I won’t say this more than once.” He nods, his eyes clouding over. It doesn’t take more than a minute, a minute we don’t have. I shift my weight from leg to leg, waiting impatiently. The former King and Queen are amongst the people gathering. “The Queen ordered me to get back with the King, who is badly injured. She is still out there fighting for her life.” Isaiah’s mother’s eyes flicker to the hospital before his father presses a kiss to her temple, whispers something and takes off. Two men join him on the way.

I kinda understood them a little, if you steal from me I don't care if you return it back in a hundred folds I'll make sure you swallow bullets. "Let's make a deal", I said. "Princess we ain't talking any shit no -" "First of all, it's The Queen, I'm not your fucken princess", I snapped. "Second of all, I need him back, I need him alive, so we're going to have to come to an agreement, else I'll take him by force ". "You really want to get your hands dirty and have another cartel coming after you...'Queen' do you?".

“I see I already have a niece and a nephew on the way. You two didn’t waste any time.” Somehow, my face got even redder. “Enough about what I do with my wife. Who is the king working for?” He held up his hands. “Okay, okay, I’m just proud of my little brother.” He became serious again. “Kasdeyah the Hell Queen.”

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

Throwing those words he left the place with his wife. George then looked at the whole department coldly "you guys are paid for your work not to watch scenes and make gossips.." His eyes then fixed on those three women, specially on Lily "you have invited your own death by touching her.. Because the woman you touch is not just a normal woman like you, she is beloved wife of Master.. Victoria King is the royal queen.." He drooped the bomb and left the room, following his lord and lady..