Jimmy The King Novels & Stories

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

I woke up from my short trance. After his question, there was a very, very short pause. They were about to leave and didn't think anything else would happen, but hah! I must have still had some sense in me because I spoke up out of the blue and got everyone's attention at once. "I object!" I yelled, and my loud, regal voice echoed off the walls of the courtroom, making everyone stand up straight and look down. My eyes went straight to Embry, who was now sitting on Zeifa's throne as the new king.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

we woke up one morning and discovered he was gone with his belongings. But I'm glad we're doing well without him. And I have big dreams of leaving the kingdom to another place to start a new life far from the devious king - King Lee. He's the furious king that ever lived. His rules are strict and unstained. Rumor has it that he's has a complete psycho. He's powerful and slays men effortlessly. This features doesn't bother me cause I don't intend to meet him - never! What bothers me is the dreams I've been having lately.

Niall, who saw this, asked, "Are you not ready to be king?" Jimmy smiled wryly. "Of course I am. There is still much I want to do, but ... if I don't ascend the throne, there could be a rebellion." "Rebellion? Why are you so sure?" Richard suddenly became interested. Jimmy sighed deeply, "Why do you think I was sent to the competition back then? It ... wasn't because I wanted to, but because my kingdom's prime minister wanted me dead so that no one could replace my father." "The prime minister? Is he ...."

His face turned pale, and his hands shook. "I told you yesterday." Dafa approached Jimmy to calm him, who looked scared. "They are King Carlen, Princess Noura, and Bodyguard Aaron of the Appalachia Kingdom." Jimmy nodded slightly. Noura stood in front of Jimmy with a smile and a soft voice. "I'll help you, Jimmy. I'll try to make you remember." Noura stared at Jimmy deeply. Jimmy was stunned to see Noura's beautiful smile. "But this memory only lasts for two days. You have to make good use of it. Maybe you can jot down the names and happy memories of the people you want to remember; that way will help you remember them yourself one day."

Comfortable chairs sat beside a roaring fireplace. The room felt untouched by time. I moved toward my favorite reading corner. Then stopped. A familiar figure sat beside the window. Silas. Of course. The future king was already awake. A stack of documents rested beside him. Several maps covered the table. Political reports. Military briefings. Kingdom business. Yet somehow he still looked calm. Like the weight of an entire nation wasn't sitting on his shoulders. His silver eyes lifted from the papers. The moment he saw me, his expression softened.

I'm not sure if I'm opposed to that or not. I chew uneasily on my fingernail. "His position as King has been restored. I'm frightened of him." I'm curious to know how he managed to get the territory back off Vaia, and what or who he had to sacrifice. Now that he is King, I'm more terrified than ever. He has power, and he can do as he wants, and demands what he wants, including getting me to marry him. Marek frowns. "So what, you want to obey?"

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.