If I Were A King Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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."

No, I wasn't all the king had, the king was all I had. I couldn't remember my childhood. I didn’t even remember my name. All I knew was wandering the streets, aimlessly, with nothing—no food, no direction, no purpose. I was lost, broken, my life slipping away. It was then, when I thought all hope was lost and I was close to death, that I met the king.

My body is fine. The king was not here. It was all a dream. I put my hands on my sweaty forehead. It was all a dream. It was not reality. The king is not here and I am fine. I try to calm the rapid beating of my heart. It was the worst dream ever. This is what the king’s fear does to me. I am scared of him even when he is not here. What will become of me when he will be standing in front of me with anger?

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.

We stared at each other now and I broke the gaze when it got too long. "Too bad all those were in the past..." I muttered. "Who says it can't exist today?" She said calmly. "If your court lady wants it, then you can have her, my king." "I am no king," I replied. "But what if I were?" "You are a king to me!" She said firmly. Now she turned into a sweet tone, "Let me be your court lady."

“Careful, Ravena! You stand in the King’s court. I did not bestow upon you the title of Princess so you could disrespect me.” I raised my chin, refusing to bow my head. “I am sorry, Your Majesty, but I speak boldly because truth demands it. I would rather face your wrath than stay silent while innocent lives are lost. If that offends you, then so be it.” The King’s gaze darkened, his power pressing down like a crushing weight. “You dare command me?”

he nodded. I kept walking, every step feeling like I was climbing a mountain. They thought they had me in a box, but they forgot one thing: I was the King, and in my own kingdom, I made the rules. If they wanted to play a long, patient game, I’d show them just how long I could hold the line. I was going to burn this plan to the ground, no matter what it cost.