King Of The Hill Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He asked and then stole a kiss from her. He flashed her a wide smile and then rubbed his palm against her soft butt while Max watched. “Shall we, darling?” “Y… yeah,” she nodded her head. “Stay away from my wife, Max Hillingdon,” King shot him a menacing look for a few seconds before moving away with Payton.

"Heroic Rescue at Park Reignites Speculation: Will Alpha King Thornwood Reunite with Ex-Fiancée Regina Steel or Settle Back with Cheating Ex-Wife Avery Frost?" My stomach clenched, a familiar knot forming at the pit. There it was again – my name, plastered across a news outlet, aimed at gossiping housewives. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Cheating ex-wife? Are they being serious right now?" I muttered in disbelief. My eyes scanned the article, fury simmering. They were painting some perfect picture of King and Regina, soulmates destined to reunite, while making me out to be the baby-trapping villain. It felt like a punch to the gut.

I plead, needing to feel him just one more time. He inhales sharply. "Fine. But no more today." He crushes his lips against mine, holding the nape of my neck as he kisses me hard and thoroughly. His tongue dives into my mouth as his free hand travels down to squeeze my ass. I moan shamelessly, not even caring that we're right across from the jail, where anyone can walk out and see us. By the time he's done, I'm practically dripping down my legs. "That asshole was right," King says gruffly, but I look down to see the large tent in his pants. "She's babied too much. I blame you, slut."

Unlike before, the number was said anonymous but now, it has a nickname. [From: Your one and only King] Drake smiled as he saw her girlfriend giggled. {Why are you texting me like that? Huh? My King? Can’t we just talk naturally?} [Your father restricted me for being clingy to you.. he said. ‘Do not stick with Kianna. One meter apart, you hear me?!’] Kianna giggled and tried to suppress her smile. She covered her face using her phone. [Hey, Don’t cover your face. Let me see your Beautiful face…]

My brow furrowed. “Why? Aren’t you happy that the king is engaged?” She smiled sadly and looked down. “How can I be happy for him if I know what he did to his mate before?” I glanced at her. The king’s mate? Which is me. “Really? May I ask what did he do?” I asked innocently, even if I knew what bullshit he had done to me before. Letting my father die in front of me and got me exiled. She looked at me, shocked, “Don’t tell me you don’t know what he did?” I shook my head, pretending not to know. “He cheated on his mate and let her leave,” she answered. So, everyone knew that.

As she went on, I nodded "Regarding your friend King, I have the feeling that he loves Queen but suppresses his feelings. But don't bother, it's just my crazy instinct. It's all due to the way he teases Queen." I stopped and turned to face her, saying, "You sensed it as well," we both chuckled. "I usually try to persuade King to confess to her, but he refuses. Perhaps it's because Queen is a nerd and King is a well-known basketball player." "It was the same at my old school; you'll be lucky if you're not famous and dating a hunk." It was as though I felt something in my body as she smiled, "Good thing and I'm not like them," it's something like sparks again.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

. ShyElle was playing her part perfectly. After the song ended I let a single tear fall from my eye as I stood and left the room. I walked passed shocked and sad faces followed by Mack who was close on my heels. We walked a few feet down the hallway and Mack pulled me to a stop. He gazed into my eyes and wiped the fake tear away. “ My beautiful queen if I may be so bold as to say, the king is an idiot for leaving you here. Do you think he is being unfaithful to you? He should know it will only cause you pain.” Mack said in a quiet voice yet loud enough to be heard by everyone. Prince Scott and ShyElle walked out of the music room and I glanced at them with an expression of sorrow. I let anot

Even if that meant playing along, no matter what game he was running. “You must already have surmised that Atticus is the Heir to the Throne,” the King continued. “He is crazy about you. However, given your shared past and the necessary strategic positioning of the Kingdom, your bonding is highly inappropriate. Yet, he searches for you feverishly, and somehow, you remain unreachable to him. Tell me, is your distance due to his deception, the fact that he first presented himself as ‘The Hawk’?” I nodded, the motion feeling more like a mechanical response than a conscious choice. This all was too much to absorb, too much to hold in one mind.

“And I hate money. We’re all liars today, apparently.” I groaned, tossing the phone onto the bed. “It just happened!” “It just happened?” she repeated, her voice rising. “People trip and fall. But no one trips and lands on a whole Alpha King’s lip! Definitely not Caspian fucking Ashford.” I bit my lips, fighting the urge to laugh. “I don’t think my father has heard the news so can you lower your voice?” “Oh, now you care about volume?” she snapped. “Not when you were out there, starring in your own romantic scandal?”