Im The King Novels & Stories

Everyone could call him their king, but I would rather gouge my eyes out than live another day and call him my king. I would not do that. Never. “I have made up my mind, Alden. I know you will try to convince me to stay, but the king is stubborn. He’s selfish and he only thinks of his likes and dislikes. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself,” I stated confidently.

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

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 turned back toward Kaizen. Hatred burned inside me. "You've always been a stupid jerk." Before he could react… I spat directly at him. The entire room gasped. Nobody moved, nobody breathed. The famous Kaizen Arclair… Campus king. Untouchable Kai. And I'd just spat in his face. Slowly, Kaizen wiped his cheek. His eyes lowered… Not angry. Not cold. Not arrogant. Guilty. The sight unsettled me more than rage ever could. For a long moment, neither of us spoke,

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

The servants looked relieved when the king and queen passed by them, holding hand by hand. "I don't understand what you are trying to say, my love." "I'm telling you, you don't love me. You are under a spell, and I will do my best to break it so we'll walk in separate ways." The king lost his grip on the golden fork when he heard the queen talk about walking in separate ways. "Don't you love me anymore? Why do you want to leave my side?" The queen sighed and chewed her food aggressively out of frustration, and she thought, explaining things to 'Shaun' will get her nothing. She should wait until he came back to his senses again, but the problem is... when and how does the king regain his usua

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”