Novel & Cerita King Of Sports

And I find myself trapped in a breathtaking, yet perilous, reality. I turn back to my mate. Noah Silverton. The King. If only I had been wise enough to ask him for his full name before. I would've known who he was in an instant. And I would have. . . ran. He will kill me. Mates can not hurt each other but, surely, he will have to kill me. Mate or not, he is what he is. A King. A ruthless one at that. It makes me terrified of the man I am supposed to love and cherish.

“Why are you here, Cassia? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” “I am resting.” He raised an eyebrow that clearly said ‘really?’ “Look,” I said, standing with my arms crossed, “I know you don’t understand how the human body works, but stepping out, laughing, and having thrilling encounters can help heal us better than being stuck in bed… Your Majesty,” I added with a humble bow when I noticed Landon staring at me as if my head would look nice on a silver platter for how I spoke to the king. The king simply nodded. “Thrilling encounters, huh?” He looked around before asking, “Do you know how to ride a horse?”

Glancing at him, I said, "Sure. I'll bet on the Maran Leopards winning the game." Ian's lackeys jeered once more. "Hahaha! The Maran Leopards' front line is entirely made up of second-rate foreigners, while their defense is about as strong as a piece of paper! I guess you don't watch soccer at all, huh?" "Are you even trying to win, Craig? Don't tell me you've already given up on life and have decided to jump off the building later." I grabbed my phone. "I'm going to the restroom."

But Adam, Adam is fighting. “I Adam Kingston, Challenge you King Augustus Kingston for your crown and my mate,” Adam gets out. Everything stops. this was a formal challenge. Augustus laughs. “You have never been able to beat me.” “Then you have nothing to worry about,” Adam says as the guards hold him.

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

"Never have I ever apologized for manipulating someone." "Never have I ever forgiven someone who hurt me deeply." "Never have I ever used a person I care about for my own gain." "Never have I ever not regretted meeting the person in front of me." King wanted to stop the game midway. Playing this game was a mistake! Kane never mentioned the organization or their past directly, but he was targeting him indirectly. All of Kane’s questions were harmless compared to the ones King had asked him. He kept drinking on Kane’s behalf, making his world spin.

I absorbed the familiar words scrolling across the monitor. News is what someone wants suppressed. Everything else is advertising. ~ Katharine Graham Advertising. That’s what I worked on every day. It was safe and kept me in a perfect, closed box. Yes, I had dreams. I knew that one day I would lift my head and be ready to tackle the world again. Nowhere in those dreams was there room for a jock, or multiple jocks. To me, sports were a lower rung on my dream ladder than classifieds. Professional athletes were a waste of good air and they were the reason I lived the way I did. No, scratch that. I was the reason. I was a self-diagnosed male muscle nymphomaniac. The scientific world should study

The former King shouted at his son. Neil who was already at the door with Keanna nestled safely in his arms, halted, turned, and answered his father with a smile. "The moment father condoned the act of his child killing their siblings, I became disobedient." The former King turned to pick up the discarded sword, only to find that one of his men was already holding it. "I-I apologize, Your Majesty!" "Y-you scoundrel! Aughkk!" His attendant ran straight to him, thrusting the sword deep into his abdomen.

He continued, "Maybe the King will stop this ridiculous competition when he finds out." "More likely he will make her compete to prove herself." I sneered knowing better than to get my hopes up. The King had his heart set on a competition to select the most viable mate. "I'm not going to have my mate fight for me, she's mine and I'm hers."

As far as she knew about her employer, he was a powerful man, his name was Jeremiah Johnson, by the time he was middle aged, a king in his sports empire, he'd bought countless clubs, rained women at his feet. Her agent introduced her to him, in the middle of a charity event, a rich man, in the middle of men, powerful, in which he was strong and tall, a tanned-skinned man, of Arab descent, almost red, coming from among oil lords, in which he was a businessman who owned an American football club. - My fair maiden. – This man was polite, kind and gallant, the night was enough to show his great gifts, which were so physical and almost exceptional.