Jaguar King の小説・ストーリー

A small crowd had already gathered. “The lions are out,” someone whispered. Axel pressed himself against the glass immediately, eyes wide. “There,” Adrian leaned slightly, pointing. “See that one? That’s the male.” Axel nodded quickly, his fingers moving fast on his screen before shoving it toward Adrian. “That’s supposed to be the king of the jungle?” He tilted head, unimpressed “He looks lazy.” Adrian let out a quiet chuckle. "That's because he doesn't need to prove anything. He's already the king."

AEGIS'S P.O.V “I’m not getting into that car with you.” I stand arms crossed, chin raised in defiance at the sight in front of me. We only have about thirty minutes before we have to leave for Elias's Pack and we're arguing. Again. The King leans against his velvet black Lamborghini Aventador with his arms folded over his chest, watching me with that insufferable smirk. “Then I hope you have a high stamina, little rose. It’s going to be a long walk to Elias’s pack.”

I thought that with phoenix back, I could protect the pack without thinking of the decision-making aspect. Darted worriedly. What if I fail to make a good decision in the near future. I might've proven myself worthy of the position, but I could also prove myself unworthy with any slight mistake. Besides, I had never been a ruler before, I had no idea how it was being one. I was practically just following my instincts for now, but the more I sat down to think about it, the more worried I became.

Or sharing what his world was truly like. Jaxon Deverioux… the King of the Underworld here in the city. The one that ran the crime, especially the gambling dens my father frequented. I just wished he'd fu*k me already… I was opening my mouth to say exactly that, my mind spinning. "Jax—"

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

"I'm the Mafia King, James. I didn't get that title by playing it safe." "You got that title by being smart! Strategic! This is neither!" "This is both." I slammed the sword back into its sheath. "The Queen expects me to be broken, and desperate, easy to manipulate. She expects me at dawn, alone, on my knees. So I'm going to give her the opposite. I'm going to show her exactly what happens when you take something from a king." I turned to the door, but James stepped in front of me. "I can't let you do this."

That was the only thing I could think of. Damiano Valentino was loved by everyone. It was weird how both the men and women adored him—or should I say creepy. Well, except for Alessandro. He hated Damiano's guts. He always said he was just a spoiled brat who was born into money and had known nothing else. And I couldn't agree more. If the world found out that he was working with the king of Porta Inferni, that would be the end of his career and fame. Everyone would hate him, and I'm sure he wouldn't want that.

So this is who Theo took after with the temper. "What my Dear?" He nonchalantly stared at her,"This human is nothing special in comparison to a rock. She is useless to this kingdom." "Father!" Theo boomed with rage burning from his suddenly almost pitch black but gold ringed eyes," Enough! I will not allow you to ever insult my mate in my presence. Get out!" "Pardon me?" The man seethed as his chocolate brown orbs turned an almost pitch black colour like his son's, "I will not tolerate such disrespect, Pup. I am your father and former king!" He growled.

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

"Perhaps a match with Princess Catherine? Her lineage is impeccable, and her presentation as an alpha last spring ensures—" "The King's lineage requires no supplementation from a lesser house," a cool, smooth voice interrupted. The chamber went instantly still. Arthur’s gaze flicked involuntarily toward the end of the table. Regent Malakor sat there, draped in black and silver, his posture relaxed in a way that screamed absolute authority. He hadn't touched his wine. He hadn't touched his parchment. He had spent the last hour simply watching.