King And The Sting Novels & Stories

He knew of my loyalty to Ona, but seeing me here, kneeling at his father’s feet, made him see me differently. Not unlike my queen the day she rejected me, when she learned the Archon Box I held had been stolen. “Seven reasons,” I grinned, gesturing to the dragons in chains behind me. “Seven spies, seven agents of Stellar Rebellion.” I reached back, taking a fistful of Melark’s hair as I threw him to the ground at the king’s feet. “Including Melark Andromeda, Prince Technician of the Solar Kingdom.” The Blood King smiled. Primus looked indifferent.

Karina says with some snap in her voice and our eyes widen before we look down at her. Mrs. Frost goes completely still and we watch as Karina closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath before reopening them and we realize she was on the verge of losing her cool. "Mrs. Frost, are you aware of what it takes to become King? To perform the final shift," Karina asks, and the female shifts around in her chair uncomfortably before nodding. "So your treatment of my mate... You are aware he has done nothing to earn it," Karina says in a tone that makes even us a little scared.

The sun was still setting, and we wanted to have a mini picnic while I vented my confused emotions. Drakon shrugged. “You know you’re the first human we’ve ever seen the king treat like this. The others just throw themselves at him, and if he even looks their way, then it will be over by sunrise.” “We’ve only seen two, by the way. Just heard it’s like that with the others,” Stellar piped in. “A few years ago, I overheard that witch who leads your team—” she pointed at me. “Cindy?” I offered.

A frenzied haze clouded his senses as the spiciness of wisteria encompassed him everywhere. He pressed close, ridding the gap between their bodies as his forehead came to rest against Evren’s neck for a second. “You have no idea what you’ve invited, have you, omega, leaking all over yourself like a needy whore,” the King murmured against his skin, his teeth grazing the pulse point. The spike in the king’s scent was all the warning Evren got before he felt the splitting pain of Lachlan’s cock breaching him as the king slammed home with one powerful thrust that propelled Evren’s body.

"Sophia! Sophia! Where are you?" Marvin Carson, the heir to Young's Enterprises yelled as he called out for a woman named Sophia while placing his office bag on the dinner table. "In the kitchen, honey!" Sophia's voice echoed from the adjacent room, followed by the sound of clanging utensils. Marvin made his way towards the kitchen, still in his office attire, a grey suit and red tie. He found Sophia, his wife, busy at the stove, stirring a pot of creamy soup.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

Even my name itself brings fear to our enemies' hearts. SHANE VINCENT KING, leader of the most powerful gang in NY. My last name says it all, we are the KINGS. I have no weakness but My world is my family. My whole family including my brothers and sister are also well known for their skills. If anyone dares to hurt my family, then rest assured you can find them six feet under the ground. I'll never let anything happen to my family and my teammates are also like my family.

For real. The King had moved in the speed of light. And before he knew it, Stefanos was flying backwards before landing on the floor with a lot of crunching noises from the bones below him. He winced and grimaced as he lay there; trying to get back up but the King had other plans.

The more difficult it was for him to see through Styx and the more difficult it was for him to put a stop to it all before it was too late. "The wedding...." Vivian finally said, her eyes on Styx. She was still finding it hard to believe that the silver haired man she had met at the ball was the rumored king she had heard about. The so-called devil incarnate she had been so eager to meet. Never, never would she have thought the man she couldn't stop thinking of was him after all. The man who was making her go crazy with desires, the man who was turning her insane and she had thought she would never have the chance to meet again turns out to be the king and he was right here.... He was right

When she tried to push the King away, he stopped and slapped her, speaking coldly. "If you refuse me again, I'll cut off your hands." Keanna knew his words weren't empty threats. If she refused him, she'd die. Keanna's trembling hands fell to her sides, showing she'd refuse no more. She prayed that time would pass quickly so she could return to her dark corner and pretend everything was okay. The King bit the nape of Keanna's neck and started massaging her breasts as though he was pleased. With a firm grip on her chest, he grabbed and gathered them together, rubbing his face on them. His beard was rough as it grazed her skin leaving red marks.