If I Were A King Novels & Stories

"I wish that had been the case because that's what someone like her had deserved. Such an awful tragedy shouldn't have happened to her." Keisha's insides turned around with apprehension, but she tried to tell herself that it was probably nothing. Another thought popped into mind. With a scum like Thompson King for a father, it would come as no surprise that she probably had had her wishes fulfilled; illegally or legally. It seemed to her that was barely a tragedy for Kate King. "What tragedy could have befallen the King princess?" Even as the question left her lips, the urge to roll her eyes was strong but she held herself back in preparation for some rich people sob story that someone like

he said and walked towards me. "You can tell the king to suck his dick!" I shouted at him. Who the hell does he think he is to lecture me about what to do? Anything involving the king was something I don't plan on hearing. The King was the one who made all humans suffer and put them in great danger. He was the one who made their lives unbearable and because of his stupid rule, I had to be treated like some slave.

I said clearly, my voice carried powerfully across the room, my decision absolute. "There is still the food chain Alpha. if we are stronger, we have-" My eyes flashed, glaring at the man who had spoken. I stood up, my aura swirling around me like a fucking tornado. The last fucking thing I needed was a civil fucking war or tension from within the kingdom. "I'm the fucking king here, and if you want to defy anyone, remember that I stand for those who cannot fend for themselves." I growled. Casting one cold glare at the table, I turned away, this meeting was over for the day. I was fucking done.

“You are a very cruel king who likes to play upon the intelligence of others simply for your selfish desires! You are wicked! And I do not regret to say that the time I spent waiting to see you has been the biggest waste of my life. Youre no king! He spat. Youre just a selfish arrogant bastard

Ethan left the room, but this time he didn’t rush. Later he brought a tray filled with five plates of meals and a glass of orange juice. “Now, eat it. You’ll need a lot of energy.” “Do you cook it yourself?” “Of course not. I have a cook and a maid who helps me here.” I nodded. “You can pay a cook and a maid. Then you must be a rich man.” Ethan shrugged. “Well, I’m a leader. My people call me Alpha King. So, it’s normal, I guess.”

"You'll have to change your name. You'll end up being a villain with the name King of the Underworld." King thought about that. "I don't want people thinking I'm the bad guy." "King, superheroes are just vigilantes," I said. "Why don't you just become a police officer?" "No." King shook his head adamantly. "I'm going to make rules, not follow them." King looked around at the large entranceway that was my old manor house, previously the manor of my predecessor and currently a vacant mansion where we needed to start holding territorial meetings again. "We could live here, Mama." King said, seeming impressed by the size and cool decorations.

Dad. "I want to go home." I weakly pushed over the tears and my clogged throat and vocal cords, my voice and tone now resembling that of a child." Take me home." I sniffled. "I cannot, your Majesty. The king would have my head and I would be charged for treason, besides you're his mate. King Theodore needs you here by his side. You're our queen and luna, so I deeply apologise, but I cannot." She apologised, a hint of hurt lacing her voice as she painfully said those words. Unknowningly twisting the painfully lodged dagger in my heart, increasing the already unbearable pain in my chest, making me clutch at it to try and sooth the pain as the tears increasingly flowed down my cheeks, leaving w

He asks me, his voice slightly on a different decibel that I am used to. I take a step forward and glare at him. Not because he used that different tone on me. But because he already dictated my personal life enough that I don't want anyone else to meddle with it anymore. I did what I had to do. If people would say I am a King who's unfit to rule, because he is the one who walks around breaking promises... Let them think so. I don't even care at this point. I cared about the crown more than I should. I have spent every single moment of my life learning how to be a king. I wanted to be the best king the werewolves had ever seen.

The thought sends a rush of adrenaline through me, a feeling so strong it makes me chuckle out loud. Tamrin, who’s been staring at the view in awe, turns her head toward me. “What’s so funny?” I glance at her, still smiling. She looks beautiful in the soft glow of the city lights, her expression open, innocent. She has no idea who I really am. No idea what I’m planning. I tilt my head slightly, keeping my tone light. “Just thinking.” She gives me a curious look. “About what?” I take a step closer to the edge, shoving my hands into my pockets as I let my gaze roam over the skyline. “I’ve always dreamed of being a king.”

Like I was still the Alpha. We fell onto the bed and the moonlight spilled across the floor in long silver stripes. The goddess had given me a gift and I wasn't going to throw it away. Not for anyone. Not even for the woman who once held my heart. "I am the king" I repeated. "And I listen to my people."