Novel & Cerita Jimmy The King

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’m hoping you won’t mind after I’ve made my request.” Tyr suddenly sat up straight and said, “Senior Belisarius, just say whatever you have in mind.” Maxime nodded and asked, “When I came here just now, I saw a man that was sitting in a wheelchair. From the first time I saw him, I have a very special feeling. Palace Master, I wonder what his name is and what is his position in Regal Palace?” Tyr was stunned. He didn't expect Maxime to take the initiative to mention Jim. He hurriedly replied, “Senior Belisarius, his name is Jim, and he is the Northern King, one of the five Kings of Regal Palace.”

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

"But it is true!" The king furrowed. "Raising your voice again?" he gave him a death glare. "I am sorry." Jimmy nervously lowered his head. "This young creature looks very lost and confused." Ruvyn sighed. "Your Majesty should maybe give him his freedom. He does not look dangerous." "I cannot trust him." the king crossed his arms. "I will not free him easily." "Please Your Majesty, I won't do anything bad!" Jimmy begged. A light green colour blended with the grey of the King's eyes, he looked calm and confused as he watched him kneel before him, but it did not last long. "Getting on your knees will not help you get out of there," he mumbled coldly before heading out the cell.

The king's reputation precedes him, for he is known to be a merciless ruler who spares not even those of high birth. The fallen vampire received a brutal blow to the face as the king mercilessly stomped on him. With each powerful thump, the creature's body began to resemble a freshly baked loaf of bread, while its once-rounded head now appeared strikingly flattened. As the deed was done, the king remained steadfast, his gaze unflinching. The task was easily achieved.

He rests his hand on my knee. I place my hand on his and bite his ear lob. "You'll ace that test then." I smile. "And you?" "I was born to ace all the tests. Please..." I grin. My King was too hot today. He was wearing a ripped blue skinny jeans, black v-neck muscle fitted basic T-shirt and black leather boots. Ending with that gorgeous leather motorcycle black jacket. This boy is hot and he knows it. He has long hair but opt to style it in a twist-in bun.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Kaiden stayed on the corner, looking grim. Jim's voice growled across the clearing as if he were trying to drag a storm into place. "You cannot take them! You cannot tear my family apart for unverified information, a mere rumor, and then call it King's justice," he shouted, the words hitting the circle like thrown stones. I could have moved then, finished him with a look. Kings can be lazy that way. But this was theater. He wanted witnesses. He wanted the crowd to cup his rage and feed him courage. I would give him courage. I would give him the smallest mercy a man like him could hold.

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

He was no slouch in terms of fighting but he wasn't a veteran either. Still, he was a professional and once he was out, he immediately began igniting the mood. "Incredible!!! Unbelievable!!! MAGNIFICENT!!! In a bold display of power and charisma, our crown prince decided to do something never done since the creation of our beautiful kingdom!! What will the result be!!? No matter what, it promises to be something we will never forget!!!!"

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.