King And The Sting Novels & Stories

A massive king-sized bed dominates the room, draped in sleek black silk sheets that look cool and slippery under the dim lights. I stop dead, staring at it. My chest tightens, heat flooding through me. My mind instantly snaps back to Blake—his jaw locked tight with rage, the raw fury in his voice when he yelled at Tino, just to protect me. If anything, he looks more handsome when he's pissed. Just the memory makes my pussy throb involuntarily.

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

The kings of hell had a change of expression upon hearing that. It seemed to be an unpleasant memory. Eventually, the king of hell named King Gladiia was a little ashamed as he opened his mouth. “That old monk stole... stole Emperor Ghast’s undergarment.” “Pfft!” Blaze was the first person who laughed. Then, a laugh also escaped the woman next to him, the original concubine of King Sandros. Only then did everyone learn that this concubine’s name was Kathy Rowan. Both of them were surnamed Rowan, which considered fate.

I was going to add that the royal diamond is the best bet, but I felt something fishy is going on here. The way he looked wasn't pleasing. ~ Anisel ~ HOW DOES THE CROWN COST LESS THAN THAT FUCKING DIAMOND!! HOW!! My goal has been set– I need to become king!! It is the only way to pay off the debt. I calmed myself before facing Mia who was shivering from the cold. I took a dusty blanket and wrapped it around her. Hope she doesn't mind. “Here. It is not the best but it's something.” I stated.

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

He deserved this much. He is titled as fool from now with the other titles like cheater, self-centered and hypocrite. "You.." my voice became hoarse and I felt difficulty in speaking. Ranish looked at my swollen neck where I knew I had fingerprints due to strangulation. I cleared my constricted throat. "You don't need to know about them for who they are..." I said curtly and got lil close to him, "Just know that they are very dangerous and lethal people who can abolish you with the snap of their fingers. You had done wrong to them indirectly which made you the culprit here and the punishment by them would be very severe. Do you know about "The Kings"? I asked curiously.

Chapter Six “Will you still want me, Kael, when I am the reason your council turns against you?” Liana’s voice was velvet and venom as she whispered against his lips, her gown slipping dangerously low, her fingers curling into his open shirt. Kael’s golden eyes burned with that relentless fire. His hand gripped her thigh, pulling her across his lap as though she were no more than silk draped for his pleasure. “You think their mutters mean anything? I am king. They bend. They break. And you…” His lips brushed her throat. “…you will learn that no chain can bind me.”

"That's what my mother's for. She's far better suited to raising a child than an unhinged, adulterous woman playing house with a criminal." The jab lands, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing it. His tone changes, pointed and condescending. "Speaking of your thug...it's fascinating what you learn when you dig a little deeper. Kaiden Sterling, right? Arrested five times this year alone." Kaiden??? My stomach drops, a strange mix of confusion and betrayal swirling within me. Holy shit, King isn't his real name? How has no one ever mentioned this to me? How has he never mentioned it?