Jimmy The King Novels & Stories

But right now, I don't give a shit about my pride or my image or what anyone thinks of Sebastian King, the CEO. All I care about is keeping Daisy alive. “Please,” I plead again, my voice breaking. “Just—just take the gun away from her.” Jimmy stares at me for a long moment, and then he smiles. It's the kind of smile that makes my skin crawl, the kind that tells me he's enjoying every second of this. “You know what?” he says. “Watching you beg is getting boring.” He motions at two of his men with a snap of his fingers - the scarred one and another guy with a shaved head.

"Shiv'ra will do penance for their role in this unrest but as their new king has given us free reign to punish the offenders, their sanction shall only be for a year." Murmurs of assent rang out from the crowd. "Hear the words of the king!" The herald announced. "All hail king Nicolas! All hail king Nicolas!" His people's cheers followed him out of the courtyard and into the castle. The doors shut behind him giving him much needed time to breathe. "Ruling becomes you, my King." Odeya's husky voice came from behind him before warm hands landed on his shoulder easing him into the chair. "How are your legs?"

I spit, "especially in my case." He shakes his head. Unimpressed. "I do not make threats. Only statements." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He quirks a brow. The king. Suddenly, it's as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on me. "The king," I gasp, eyes wide. "You're the king." Two months. Assassination. The ground slips from beneath me. How could I have forgotten?

Don't judge. The 'king' had lifted me up and sat me down on the water bed. I wiggled my bum and smiled lightly. The 'king' was kneeling in front of me inspecting my toe. It feels so good- the bed, of course. Duhh... I still wonder, though, why Kane and Kay called him 'king'. I mean, I'm pretty sure he isn't the king of America, 'cause we don't have a king. Smart, Kasey. Really smart. Maybe he's some kind of leader from a nerd group and they call him 'king'. And that explains the castle? Shit, no. You're right. I'm always right. Shut up, ho.

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.

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.

"We would know if we were in the presence of someone that evil. I just know it. He's not evil." I busted up laughing. What? He's not evil? Thats the best joke I've ever heard. "He killed our parents. Our pack. Hell! I don't even know where the remainder of my pack even is! How does any of that not affect you?" I'm so done with this conversation. "Because he was blinded and forced to do it. We have to show him the truth. He's our King." She whines.

she replied, bowing her head. All the orders of the king were remembered by General Accientsy, until they left the hall palace. When they came out, they met Regis Filius Damarion, the king's eldest son. It looked at General Accientsy. Just a teenager and a young girl when the two last met. But Regis Filius Damarion cannot forget her. Since they were young, he already wanted her. "Accentsy?" asked him, and stared into her eyes.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

He’d gave up his status as the Mafia king when Metteo had turned twenty one as he was in no rush to leave education. He wanted to be a good business man first so he had the know how in the business world, he and Alora were both proud of his decision he’d calmed down a lot since his teenage days. He had finally got his head screwed on Gianni had taught him all there was to know about the Mafia world and what was expected of him when he finally took over the role of the Mafia king alongside his elder brother. He looked at Vallea, she seemed distracted. She’d changed since her disappearance to Italy could anyone else see it, but him? "So, what would you like to know princess?"