Im King Novels & Stories

Now I understood. *** “What? Are you serious?” Kaiyahv’s brows were drawn together as her older brother continued to tell her a secret, about the King. “Yes. Why would I lie to you? I witnessed it with my own two eyes! And I heard it clearly from his very own mouth. The King is not our real King. The real King is imprisoned in his Creyer that he always carries around. But you have to keep this as a secret or our lives will be in danger!” “But… does Daenza know about this?”

I stepped to the front of my car to match them. They looked at me proudly and stepped towards me. I smirked secretly and prepared myself. "Long time no see, King." he said with a smile but the irritation could be seen in his tone. I felt sorry for him while my two hands were still in my pocket. And so he called me King is because that’s what everyone calls me. Because I am the recognized King of all Kings by all because of my fighting skills that no one can beat me, I am also the richest man in the world.

To her beauty. The Alpha King is a widower. Everything he had was only his son, Iram, the future heir to his throne. Iram is also my best friend ever since I got here. But the king met my sister first and exclaimed that she was his mate. What was weird was that Iram also appeared to be her mate. With that, I started to feel that the king and my best friend had secret feuds that no one knew about. It was all about my sister.

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.

Alden looked at him and then at his mother. Katherine found Alden's confusing and questioning eyes on her. She smiled and said, "Baby ! Meet him. His name is King. King aka WachiRawit Suwanmethanon, A Thai Businessman who shifted to the US at the age of 10, my friend but we lost our contacts when King went to pursue higher studies and got business in making his career and I suddenly got married to Daniel Cruz. But Now, he is here and we met once again in the countryside. He helped and supported me a lot".

the woman asked with a clear expression of surprise. "Why indeed? Do you think he has more right to look after his wife than his own king, Monica?" Keannu retorted. Monica shook her head quickly, "That's not what I meant, but he's with his family. Isn't it very rude of you to force him to go see you now?" Keannu clucked his tongue, "Impolite? I'm Keannu Wellington, the king of this country, he should know which one to prioritise."

"The Lycan King... he touched my shoulder, and this appeared." Aura stared at the glowing mark on my skin. She gasped, taking a small step back, her fingers flying to her mouth. "The Lycan King?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine in disbelief. "Two marks? Nova... that is impossible. No one has ever been bound to two rulers." "I didn't ask for this!" I cried, pulling my knees closer as fresh tears ran down my face. "I was just trying to leave the room. I was so hungry, and I wanted air. Now both of them look at me like they want to destroy me."

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

Kael's POV The palace bustled with activity—servants running up and down the marbled halls, tailors entering and exiting with bolts of silk, decorators arguing over flower arrangements, and chefs preparing menus to impress royalty. And at the center of it all stood me. Kael Whitmore. Soon to be King. I have been thinking a lot recently. Everything still feels like a dream. A dream come true—one that is too good to be true. How did I get here?

"King, this is your sister's father. Paul Kinninsky—my ex husband." King looked up at me, his forehead creased. He looked at Paul again. "Hi," King said politely.