Novel & Cerita Jimmy The King

She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long. "H-hello," she stammered, dropping her head under the intensity of his gaze. "My name is Kendra Wilder." "Miss Wilder, it is a pleasure to meet you," the other man, whose gaze isn't still consuming me, said as he stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it nervously, though she gave it a firm shake. "My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand."

Prime Minister Si put his head down and said in a pitiful voice, "Master, the king is suspecting me for the attack on the royal family that occurred many years ago. He is keeping a close eye on me and my family at all times. What should I do?" The person smirked and replied, "Don't worry. The King can't lay a finger on you and your family. I eliminated all the royals in one night, and they still can't find me. They are fools who don't even deserve to be royals." "It is said that Alexander is the wisest, most powerful, cunning, and merciful ruler, but he can't even prove that you are a criminal, let alone find me. That fool!" Xander Si smiled, realizing that his master was right. Many years a

Blood is running from his temple and shoulder, but he’s only concerned about my son. “Yes,” I say with a nod. “Thank you.” “I hate having to use my teeth.” Casper spits to the side. “So undignified.” “Where did my knife go? Screw the clothes. That’s my favorite knife,” Jim says, searching among the bodies. “Your Majesty, are you all right?” the leader of the men who’d gone to fight asks. I nod. “I’m fine. Drake’s fine. You all showed such courage. I’m so proud to be your king.”

"If I were you, Nicolas. I would've never backed out of a fight like you did." "But you are not." I can feel him controlling his irritation. "I am Nicolas Alessandro Alphano. I'm the king here, which means I know what the fuck I'm doing. You don't start a war with people like Killian. He's the type you want on your team when the war starts." Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I become wet between my legs. This man - I swear to God is so hot. "Dante I think what Nicolas wants to say is we know what we are doing." His uncle says.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

"P-Please king l-let me see the light for 0-0nce?" James spoke weakly. There was merely any strength left inside him. His forehead was covered in dry blood while every fiber in his body was craving sunlight or any ray of light. Vincenzo chuckled darkly. He was enjoying every second of torturing this man who dared to hurt his wife. “You hurt what’s mine… and you are still breathing that forbidden air for a long time which needs to be ended.” "P-Please kill me a-already k-king!" James pleaded while taking a long gasp for air. He could faint at any time. His body was more of a skeleton than muscles.

This beautiful man who I had thought was so beautiful and charming had been torturing a man. “What you witnessed was us moving him to disposed of. He has told us everything he knows. As for his future?” The hand on my waist slid down. Sliding across the satin. “His future is a six foot hole in the ground or maybe several holes. I have people for that. I don’t get involved with trash.” He had people. He didn’t get involved with trash. Just who the fuck was Aiden? “Have I told you that you look beautiful in this?” Aidens voice went husky.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Martha cleared her throat a little and stood in front of his table. "Um...are you busy?" She asked, taking a peek at the script he was working on. It seemed to be a letter - nothing new. "You're not blind, Martha. You should know I'm busy" he replied grumpily. Well, Lincoln has always been grumpy. Just like it was stated in the beginning, the responsibilities of being a King of such a great Kingdom had made him a little hard. The princess ticked her tongue and took the seat in front of the table.

It was too quiet for my liking. Sol would definitely prefer it this way. That’s why my babbo wanted him to lead the family. Babbo was named the Mafia King. Sol took over when he died and now… there’s me. A woman who is leading one of the world’s biggest mafia. After making people know that the king was actually a queen, I thought for sure someone would dare come after me. Perhaps I have instilled fear too much after wiping out those scums. “What’s with that sigh, Cara?”