King Andrias Novels & Stories

“She is my family. This is where I belong now. You better start listening to Cara.” He shook his head in disappointment. “Come back with me, Angelo. You are the rightful leader… the king of the mafia. Uncle Domenico left all of that to you. You dishonor it by cutting your connection from your true family. Are you insane? She is just an ordinary woman you accidentally met.”

I started. "As you all know, voting for Homecoming King & Queen are Thursday 'till five on room 222. The nomenies are... For Queen, Mckenzie Gordon, Britney Williams, Tiffany Davis, Hanna Smith and Ziigwan Woods. For King, Cole Cook, Hunter Moore, John Brown, Logan Miller and King ThunderBird..." I couldn't help it I stared at King for five seconds he was watching me and whisper "Go on Ogimaakwe. Don't be wierd." No one heard. too much cheering inside the Cafeteria.

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.

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

"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.

“Didn’t I tell you, Keanna?” She flinched at his tone and went stiff. “Yes, your royal highness.” “You are my only love, my only wife.” “I am not worthy of such title, My King.” “Why do you think that? My love?” Keanna felt her heart pinch at the endearment and the sad tone in his voice. “I am not of noble birth. My family is from a small nomadic tribe. When my father refused to give my mother to the late King, he threatened them and my father, he…he offered me.”

Eh wait, will I get eaten? Rox didn’t give me the time to hesitate, and the greyish view made it all worse. Despite having multiple quastions accumulating inside my brain, I bravely stepped closer to the King. Strings of red, fresh looking flesh supported his naked and pale body, and the closer I get, the more intrigued I became upon realizing that the flesh looks real. “This is…” I had to tild my head up to see the King’s face, and paused a bit to properly discern his feature.

"He's a fucking monster, and that's all he is!" "It's not true." Yolanda spoke. "King Adrik is a generous and kind hearted man. He isn't monstrous, he knows who he is—the King of Jivan, and to become the true King, he has to gain power over it first. He is simply ambitious." "Are you actually that blind?" If they really believed that, then I had no hopes from anyone on this entire island because their word was law here. "We are not blind! It's all true. He is immortal now and he will be the King of Jivan soon, it's his destiny to become the King."

the king whispered and Gouria fought a battle to stand properly, his vision twirling. His lover Anderios is yet to return from the North and it has been a long while since he felt a manly touch, one so strong. Xrysos, although drunk, yet very strong, and his hands holding Gouria like that, the sweet voice of the king, and his burning blue eyes did nothing but leave Gouria yearning for more. "Let me kiss your lips again Ria, let me have a taste of my beloved through you, give him my wish so that he might feel my aching."