King And The Sting Novels & Stories

“Okay, King, go now! I’ll keep an eye on things and I’ll text you if anything happens here. Honestly, the way I see things, they’re too damn worried about Princess Romaine not being able to find a suitable husband now…” “She’s already found one,” Kingston snapped. “And he’s not going to let anything happen to her. Not now, not ever!” Those words made Brent grin. “We’ll stay in touch, King!” “Okay, man! Thanks!” Kingston took off for the garage, got on his bike, and sped into the city. He needed to talk to Iker and see if he’d heard anything more last night. Thiago was his first target. If he had to beat the man bloody to get answers, he would do it. He was already banished from Deltora, so h

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

Jax was pretty sure he knew who had been behind every one of these surprise stings, even if he wasn’t privy to any of the details. Jax wasn’t sorry to see Kirk Jensen’s ass being kicked up and down the state, of course, and King was even less so. The man was sitting there now, drinking a beer and saying not much. Jax observed his friend, saw the severe damage done to his face. He’d asked, of course – they all had – about what had happened, but King wasn’t talking. They all knew it had to do with an op, and they guessed it had been a rough one, if the TV coverage dominating the airwaves that day was anything to go by. Beyond that, it was a fucking mystery, like so much of what King’s Men did.

The room, with its classic furnishings and muted colour palette, provides a backdrop to the familial clash. I shake my head, a subtle defiance in my gesture. "Yes, I am a king, Dad, but I don't want some trophy wife who will sit beside me on the throne with no brain. I need a real woman, father," I assert, the determination in my voice resonating against the opulence of the surroundings. My father sighs, a gesture that carries the weight of parental concern. "Look, Henry, get yourself a real woman, but do it quickly before I put your brother as a temporary king."

the king continued, voice sharp, "he will be stripped of his title, his fortunes, and his name. He’ll be nothing. The only thing that he'll be in this Tribe is a disgrace." Storme opened her mouth, but he cut her off with a flick of his hand. "You will not speak," he said. "Not until you understand what’s at stake." I watched her closely. She paled, her fingers trembling just slightly where they gripped the blanket. "Do you love him enough," the king said, his voice dropping cruelly, "to ruin him?" Storme shook her head slowly, her hair falling across her face. "Then you know what you must do," he said.

He was the crown prince and cannot be touched. Now he has become King. I swore revenge. It’s blood or blood. The only way to get closer to the King without suspicion is to take part in the King’s game, win and become his shadow and so I have trained all day and all night to be strong enough to take on that position by his side and from that very position, torture awaits him. I will torment him until he runs mad and dies from the inside before i finally kill him physically and then, I would escape like nothing happened just like he did with Stacy’s death.

Smoke everywhere, cars, girls, boys and people making out! "Where is he?!" I haft shout so he can hear me. He's about to answer me when a man with a lot of tatts came. "Ey! The fucking King is back!" He shouted. Kingstone look serious while the crowd started paying attention to us...to him to be exact. Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go I've seen it on TV, I know how it goes Even when you're angry, even when I'm cold Don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone

The crowd parted like they would for a king and when they were in the frame you could see why they did. Kingston and Mel are known in the under world life of gangs. Mel is Kingston's enforcer and also husband. Their love story is as twisted as them. I was so lost in my head that I didn't see Mel hug Vivian before it was too late. He tugged her towards him and captured her lips in a kiss. At the back, Kingston had the guy who slapped Vivian on the wall by his throat before pulling him towards Vivian. He leaned over Mel and kissed Vivian before walking away.

Lucious just sneers, keeping a possessive arm wrapped tight around Melinda’s waist as they walk down the center aisle. “What does it look like, Father? It’s clear you're getting old, even if your skin doesn't show it. This is a coup. This throne belongs to me, and today I’m taking it.” The king bursts out laughing. “I always knew you’d try some dirty, underhanded stunt to steal this crown. But are you actually stupid enough to think you can beat me? I am your king, I am your father, and there are things—” The words die in his throat when Melinda opens her mouth and begins to hum a low, haunting melody.

Alpha Dillion steps back slightly, his confrontational stance softening under the weight of the identity of the King. He clears his throat, his voice laced with caution, "Forgive my outburst, Your Majesty. But what brings you here to disrupt this union?" King Stellan's piercing gaze shifts to me, and I feel a surge of anxiety mingled with curiosity. He steps closer, his voice holding a firmness that allows no challenge. "I've come to claim my beloved. Isabeau is my WIFE and by attempting to marry her to another, you've committed a grave offense against me and my kingdom."