King Of The Hill Novels & Stories

I ordered when the others were gone. "Prince Torus has arrived at Magic City in one piece," she started. "The King is very much pleased with this. He seemed to be restless at first. Now, he's a bit annoyed that he couldn't be able to make it. I gathered a little information on the history of this Royal Family. This is the first time an Antarctican King is not able to attend a ceremony in Magic City. The people are not too pleased. However, they tend to like you, so it's just murmuring here and there, nothing much. They are a bit more concerned about the King's paramour which is a star harvester. Most are saying if she was here, the King would be able to attend the ceremony." I sighed.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

There isn’t a chance in hell he doesn’t know about Hector, so I don’t know if this is his calm before the storm or what. He pulls me into his lap as the DJ begins to speak. When Klunk gets the runner-up my mind blanks on who the king could be. “Your Northeast prom King is none other than HECTORRRRR CASIILLLLAS, give it up,” the DJ trills. The crowd cheers and whistles, some howl. Goddess I should have known. Hector really is the most popular male in school, but he hasn’t been here for a month. I guess someone could have been taking his work home.

she lied " never lie at me wren , I left you for two minutes and look at you , we'll talk about this when you heal ." The healer came in and took a look at her ribs " it's just bruised your majesty not broken as for the cuts we'll bandage it and put some herbs on it she'll be fine soon ." she informed her king who just nodded . . . " eat ." he said feeding her against her will When she finished , " now tell me who did it ?"

They still practice a system of Monarchy unlike NorthHill and SouthHill that practices the democratic system of government. Actually, the four countries, NorthHill, SouthHill, EastHill and WestHill are neighbouring countries with well defined borders and neither of the countries have had a reason to fight with one another for the past hundred years. Just to be sure, Joan immediately made a research about the king of EastHill and it's rulers, he saw - an old man who should be in his seventies, as the king and his look alike handsome prince who was indeed, Nolan Travis.

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.

Morning came and Kane woke up early to check if the sleeping monster outside was still alive, but he stopped midway. The monster he's referring to was cooking. King's back was facing him, and from where Kane stands, he can see how King cooks breakfast. King would move and stop, as if he was thinking of something. Then he would move again, and then he'd stop. His shoulders were slumped, and even though Kane couldn't hear him clearly, he knew that King had been sighing repeatedly.

I had no home, no family, and no escape from this living nightmare. ********* Romario's POV I arrived at the King's Manor fashionably late, but as they say, better late than never. Jose King, the formidable ruler of the Mafia world in the south side, and my father's childhood friend, greeted me with a warm smile. His intimidating presence was tempered by his kind eyes, and I was grateful he wasn't an enemy. "Rommy, you're late," Namiro chided, as she embraced me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Stop calling me Rommy." She playfully scoffed, and I smiled at her teasing.

He rose. As if sensing this, the Elder's bloodshot eyes landed on Noah with knowledge. He almost shivered but stood tall and passive. The Elder studied him for a moment but not long enough to risk his head. "Accept yourself ksei, as the King of us. The King Of Utrif," he announced. His voice had a certain question in it. Only a few were able to decipher it. But it was obvious he had voiced his discomfort for such a young King—the youngest they ever had—loud and clear. He had dared to question his King.

He was dying. He looked up at me, his cold, golden eyes now cloudy with pain. He was no longer a king, no longer a ghost. He was just a man, at the end of his life. “You…” he rasped, a small, bloody cough interrupting him. “You are the king now… for real.”