Jimmy The King Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Maybe he just wants to fuck me and take over my mafia. I got dressed into black skinny jeans, a T-shirt and a sleek leather jacket. I did my makeup and hair and walked down to the kitchen. "KC where's Dominic Colton?" I asked her as if she knew the answer. "Um..I-I" KC stuttered. I crossed my arms waiting. "Allow me to be of assistance." A voice interrupted my staring. I turned around slowly and faced a guard. "Ramsay. Go ahead, enlighten me." I smirked as I drummed my fingers lightly against my crossed arms.

The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her. ‘ We have to find him’, Argus said with a mark of determination. ‘ Then we will ask why he did that.’ Selene nodded. People all around her were sobbing silently. The whole village outside had stood transfixed. No voices could be heard. No laughter of children. No chattering of ladies. The news has already spread. The sudden demise of their king has made everyone bewildered and traumatized. Karmen was a benevolent ruler who provided a good secured life to his tribe. He fought battles, looted rich nobles, and donated everything for the welfare of his people. Now his death brought confusion in their minds re

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?”

I smile at him, and he immediately goes into a submissive, respective stance with his right fist over his heart. Ol’ Virgil is confused. “What you doin’ Jimmy?” “Th-th-the king!” Jimmy manages to get out. “This here ain’t the king!” Ol’ Virgil insists. “The king wouldn’t be out in the middle of the night checkin’ on the water treatment facility!” “He would be if he thought there was a possibility that the entire pack could be poisoned,” I tell him. Ol’ Virgil finds this humorous and begins to chuckle. “Well, like I said, everything’s just fine out here. So you can go tell the king, we’s got it under control.”