King Story Novels & Stories

Upon entering, he saw Kane lounging on the sofa—still shirtless. "I’ll take a bath," King said before walking to his room. Kane, on the other hand, was struggling to calm himself—and other things. His face was beet red, and he blamed the alcohol for all of it. The movie playing on the screen was supposed to be funny, but he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. He found himself funnier than the actors throwing jokes. 'Fine. I’ll swing that way and seduce you, motherfucker. Fall for me, and then I’ll steal your crown and throne, King.'

His masculine face is covered by slightly chubby cheeks. I wonder how old this photo is. “No.” King Harvey turns the page. “The King of the South.” King Harvey points at a tall man in red and dark green armor. “He is a quiet man but known to kill all his enemies with a small blade. He respects me because I use a sword and gun, he hates blood. His wife loves to make cookies for the other kings. I fear poison. Do not eat anything any of these kings give you. I never eat. You may copy me, and they will not question it. They see it as a sign of discipline.”

“I could sense your presence as soon as you flew past the shields. I suppose you are here to convince me to join your little army.” I frowned. “With all due respect, sir, how do you know about my army?” The King looked me up and down for a moment before smirking. “I have spies everywhere, son. It’s my job as a monarch to keep close tabs on all my fellow Dragon Knights. I heard all about your little misadventures with your brother’s fiancée. Tell me, do you actually intend this coup, or is this all about petty revenge for you?” I knew better than to look startled. It was good for me, at least, that he was revealing so much of his hand upfront. “It may have started as revenge, but I take this

I narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring his teasing smirk; I wasn't in the mood. I turned to him. "Is the gift ready?" Ken nodded. "Yes, sir. I made sure it's made from the purest gold." From what I'd heard, the new mafia king loved luxury jewelry. I smiled slightly, taking deep breaths to calm my thoughts. I had to make a good impression on the Genovese family – the Don of Mexico.

I asked God to have mercy on me, even though this may be his doing. “I hope you enjoyed your last night as a bachelor, Prince Christopher.” Commented Frankie, his best friend patting him on the back. “I just hope it’s worth it” “Sure you will, though you’ll have to put up with your father-in-law, King Roberts is a real serial killer.” “Don’t mention it to me, your comment is not encouraging at all, Frankie” “Excuse me, Your Majesty! The king requests it at the entrance.” “They’ve arrived! I’ll accompany you.” Frankie said.

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Suddenly a voice rang out. “MAJOR General HENRY PLEASE STOP, I AM THE MAN IN RULE IN THE Citadel. I HAVE CREATED THE PRINCESS AND THE PRINCIPLE HAS eloped. WE DON'T WANT WAR, PLEASE STOP. HE HAS RECEIVED ONE, AND I WILL GIVE THE KING TO HIM, UP TO HIM.” “I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, TODAY STEPHAN KINGDOM WILL BE FUCKED, NO MORE LIKE A KINGDOM. THROW!!!"

he put his palm all over his face. He was glad that someone like her became Queen, but for some reason, he felt gloomy inside. "I feel sorry for you, Keane. I knew how you feel for her," Darrius suddenly mumbled. His friend knew that he liked Asteria and intended to confess to her when they came back. Keane smiled at his friend, "She is now the Queen, and I am a mere knight. A love tale of a Knight and Queen never exist. It was always the King and the Queen," he was trying to be cheerful, but he couldn't hide the sadness in his voice.