Novel & Cerita King Of Sports

Don't judge. The 'king' had lifted me up and sat me down on the water bed. I wiggled my bum and smiled lightly. The 'king' was kneeling in front of me inspecting my toe. It feels so good- the bed, of course. Duhh... I still wonder, though, why Kane and Kay called him 'king'. I mean, I'm pretty sure he isn't the king of America, 'cause we don't have a king. Smart, Kasey. Really smart. Maybe he's some kind of leader from a nerd group and they call him 'king'. And that explains the castle? Shit, no. You're right. I'm always right. Shut up, ho.

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

“I brought you where everything matters.” I want to joke, but the words die before they reach my tongue. The field is too quiet, and Adrian is standing too still, like this place knows a version of him the school never gets to see. “This is what they are trying to take from you,” I say, and I hate how soft my voice sounds. He laughs, but there is no humor in it. “You think I want to be the sports king?” I blink at him. “You act like you personally invented the throne.”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

Even though it wasn't quite true but close enough. "Its just a myth. The heathen deosnt exist, if it did the kings would of killed it by now." Argued mark "Kings? Dont you mean king?" asked tammy, I raised my brow at her question. Most kids get taught all about the kingdom and the kings in school before they are shipped to a pet shop or a blood bank.

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.

A straight flush. "You must be kicking yourself for not folding when you could have." I smirked and grabbed his car keys from the middle of the table. "A Lamborghini. I have a few of those." I hummed. "I'll let my wife destroy the fuck out of this." I chuckled and everyone else chuckled knowingly. She can't say I don't do anything for her. Dominic's face paled and his eyes flashed anger. Surely he didn't think he would actually win. "Games over, let's go Ace." Kaden patted my shoulder after getting up from his seat.

"We are holding a fundraiser competition this weekend. There is a deadly virus that has attacked the human realm called Corona virus, a lot of people are dying my queen. We wanted to help but didn't know how so we decided to hold a fundraiser where we will do a sports day, people buying tickets to see matches of all the sports. The king signed both of you for a royal tennis match, him against you." "That sneaky little bastard." I could not hold myself as the whole group gasped, faces now pale making me realize my words. "Sorry, he just didn't tell me. That is so good guys, I am totally in to get my ass whopped." I said, bursting out laughing. That sneaky little thing, I did not even know wha

I kept the treasured father gave me close, knowing that one day I would have a mate—someone who would be my queen. I had what it would belong to her. My father’s words were precise, and now more than ever, I believe in them. He said, “Nikolas, one day you will be king and with you a queen. A queen who will hold the power of the crown. Not just a simple crown, but one that will make you be called The King of the Ruby Crown.”

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.