Jimmy The King Mga Nobela at Kwento

On the other end of the phone, Director Jimmy was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly roared, "Who the f*ck are you? How dare you pretend to be His Highness?" Prince Fey felt so happy that he was about to faint. "President Jimmy, I'm Prince Fey. Are you going to accept me as your last disciple?" Director Jimmy was furious. "Field, you b*stard, where are you? Wait for me there!" His Highness's mobile phone almost never left his body. His mobile phone was there, so His Highness must be there! "I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you!" Prince Fey said repeatedly! He wanted to say something more, but Director Jimmy had already hung up.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

"My name is Me— No, my name is Edea." She did not wish to lie, but she did not wish to give her name to an ambiguous stranger either, no matter how handsome and stylish he was. A small smile formed at the corners of his lips and he eloquently muttered in his characteristic low but crystal clear voice, "I see. Then Edea, I am enchanted to be of your acquaintance. You may not have asked, but I am named…Jupiter." This day marked the first meeting between the witch of time and the one who would become the first king of the Lustburg Kingdom. Jupiter Luxuria, the Conqueror King.

A muscle in my jaw ticked as my teeth ground against each other. I hated vain begging. "You know how much I despise it when Maiale (pigs) beg," I bit out, my voice edged with ice. I leaned forward, and he shrunk, trying to escape me. As if he could escape me. "You shouldn't have stolen from me, idiota," I hissed as I struck the gun against his forehead, the impact snapping his head to the side. Blood trickled from the fresh gash. "You even got one of my men killed... and you have the fucking guts to beg."