Jaguar King Novels & Stories

“Don't think about the bad. My late father's name was Lion.” Syila looked at Jake disapprovingly. “After the tiger, had a son of the king of the jungle, why was it downgraded to a Jaguar?” Jake stared straight at her, his tongue licking her lips before pulling Syila towards him. He pushed Syila onto the bed, while the woman was still stunned by his savage gaze. “Don't start a fire if you don't want to get burned, honey.” Jake was already on top of Syila and showered that beautiful face with his killer kisses.

"I cannot name a king yet, I'm still trying input things in order." "Salvador!" One of them slammed. "There's no time to do all of that. Become the King and fix all of this and give us our reward. We have successfully cooperated and you have done your part heavily." "Reward?" Jamie frowned at me and I huffed. "We'll fix this, and as for the price it will after the new King's coronation and it won't be me?" They all frowned. "No!" They all chorused and frowned while I groaned.

The weight of the crown was a cold, familiar pressure against Kaelen’s brow, but today it felt heavier, more oppressive. He stood before the grand floor-to-ceiling window of his study, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling, snow-dusted forests of his kingdom. From here, he was a god. The Alpha of all Alphas, the Lycan King whose word was law, whose power could level mountains and command armies. Yet, as he stared out at the vast, silent world he ruled, he had never felt more trapped.

I shift focus over to Alessandro, who's wearing a grin. I raise my forehead at him and he shrugs while saying, "I'm the Mafia King, you're the Mafia's Queen and Daisy is the Mafia's Princess. I wouldn't make them show up in anything less." I roll my eyes slowly at him, then direct my concentration toward Nat, who's strolling to Luca. "Roll your eyes that way at me once more and I'll deal with you this instant." He says crushing my butt playfully. His action startles me a bit and I elbow him as he laughs and leads me and Daisy to the limo, his hand still on my butt.

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

He was shocked when he saw Jacob Smith. Jacob Smith who is highly regarded in Lagos is the president/chairman of the King's businesses.He presides on all things regarding business for the Kings,the most prominent family in town.Most of the wealthy families in town wants to associate with him in order to be able to collaborate with the Kings. Adam got snapped out of his thoughts when Jacob bowed his head in reverence to him. "Sir,you must be mistaken,I am not your Young Master",said Adam. "I am not mistaken", replied Jacob.

I was pushed to the ground and I hiss out in pain as my back of my palm scratched on the rough rug. "Celeste" The rouge King called out to me and I looked up at him from my position. For the first time in two months, I got to the face of the man who has been causing havoc in the mythical and magical world. On the left side of his face was a nasty scar that made him look very dangerous. He glare at me as i tried getting to by feet but I was pushed by one of the men behind me,making me knee in a submissive position. I ball my hands in fist and gritted my teeth as I glared at him from the coner of my eyes. The rouge king cleared his throat and I snapped my eyes towards his.

“The Golden Phoenix. Aren’t you all with them?” The mistake hits me the second the words leave my mouth. These men aren’t Asian. Not even close. Dark hair. Strong noses. Thick Bellavista accents. I feel stupid for not seeing it sooner. Rocco laughs. Low and slow. “No, sweetheart. We’re not Golden Phoenix. We bought some of their old debts. That means you owe the Kings now.” My stomach drops hard. Relief flickers briefly. At least I don’t have to beg Xander. But it dies fast. The Kings are just as dangerous. Just quieter about it.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.