King Of The Hill の小説・ストーリー

My jaw tightened, the replies exploded again. Someone reposted my response, made edits and Someone called me “The Scholarship Savage.” By midnight, my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. And somehow Kaizen Arclair replied again. “Careful, scholarship girl. Blackthorne Heights eats people like you alive.” I should’ve ignored him. Instead, I typed: “Then maybe the campus king should worry less about me and more about passing his classes.” The internet lost its mind. I smiled for exactly three seconds before my manager snatched my phone away.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

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.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

something she never thought about after her last boyfriend just disappeared without any word. Meet Ashton King,the CEO of KING COop. He is handsome and strikingly gorgeous. He is cold from outside, but caring on the inner side. Never had any girlfriend or one nightstand because for him it was a waste of time. But what happens when he comes to know that he needs to get married in a couple of months that is, before his 25th birthday in order to inherit the company he worked day and night for. What happens when they both gets into a marriage contract for a year?

“Laine? Your sister? That’s who you want to set me up with?” He questioned. His phone started ringing again before I could answer. I let out a sigh of relief and whispered. “Saved by the phone.” “I was just about to call you,” He said to the person on the phone and turned to me. “It’s the King.” He mouthed and that got my interest. I watched as Hillan’s mood changed again, this time, it was worse than it was when the witch called him. Well, there goes my peaceful and boring day.

His King was laughing. ------------

"The King is here." See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.