King's Ransom Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

The room falls silent again, broken only by the soft click of her jewelry and the faint tapping of my thumb against my screen. Kristian is opening K.Y. Grande tonight—his newest luxury club and the most anticipated grand opening of the year. Half the city's elite will be there, and everyone would actually expect to see the same thing—the Dunes Boss, arriving with his fiancée on his arm. Instead, I've chosen Rosella, though I still can't explain why. I slip my phone back into my pocket, hoping Zee has already delivered my orders to Rosella. By now, she should be half ready.

Jealousy is a bitch and I'm the hellish King that needs to put on his big boy pants and calm the fuck down. I didn't think that harem court was the first place that I thought when I saw the entrance. The intricate design was hellishly regal, and the wooden and stone carvings were perfectly placed. The red and golden colorings indicating the royal color of the south kingdom made me think twice about the kind of kink that Ranulf, the king of the South has for his harem. But then I remembered that the court had existed long before Ranulf ruled as king.

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The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

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.

"Oh..yes... Oh my..." Roseline moaned rhythmetically, feeling the movement of his d!'ck inside of her. She held him so tight as he increased his pace, and the rest of the night was fun for them. ****************** Next morning, Roseline had woken up alone on the bed She itched her eyes and took a slow glance around the room. The King wasn't in. Then she sat up and adjusted her dress to cover her properly. God! Last night had been so extraordinary. Like, the King had almost killed her - this she enjoyed it.

Walking him to the door, I opened it for him, watching as he made his way back to his Rolls Royce, which awaited him in the yard. With his departure, a sense of relief washed over me, and I closed the door behind him. Making my way back upstairs to my bedroom, the opulent surroundings seemed to carry the weight of familial expectations, a silent witness to the unfolding dynamics within the royal family. "I do apologize, my dear, for keeping you waiting," he addressed the skinny brunette lying naked in his bed. The room, with its canopy bed and luxurious furnishings, bore witness to the clandestine encounters that unfolded within its confines.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em