King Von Asian Doll Novels & Stories

It is a mixture of European, Asian and Egyptian design. Milo stopped me when I was about to follow Poco inside and told me that we weren't allowed inside. I glanced inside and I managed to see a handsome man in his fifties with a beard and he looked like Waian. Beside him was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She was white as snow and she looked like a mannequin. Eon wasn't exaggerating when he said she was the most beautiful woman you'll ever see. She had long curly black hair and she had a horn on the right side of her head but it was curved. The Queen looked like a splitting image of Leirom. They were both wearing white with gold designs around the neck, chest, arms, waist and legs

The colonies of the Southern Falsies lined up neatly according to their respective types, before them the King of the South and his future queen stood Javanese. Edmund looks handsome in a royal dress which includes a red silk robe, a magnificent crown, and a golden scepter as the mandatory dress of a King. Meanwhile, Miranda — although Lillian was reluctant to admit it — looked very beautiful in a dark red dress without sleeves, and a wide skirt filled with intricate black carvings.

"He’s Japanese-looking, but sometimes he’s not always Japanese-looking, depending on how he styles his hair. Asians kinda look the same, shit be confusing.” I take that personally. “You realize that I’m Asian, right? I’m Korean.” “Yeah,” she responds carelessly. “Bet you’ll blend easily with the Chinese if you go to China.” She doesn’t fear me anymore. “All I’m saying is that you can’t really tell if he’s Japanese every day, so focus on his tattoo. He has a king tattoo on his body,” she continues. “Anyone can tattoo king on their body,” I snap back, shifting from one foot to the other because my knees still hurt hella lot, and I cannot stand for a long time.

Unknown POV: "Is it done then?" Mumbled the King. Sitting in the throne room on his black metal throne carved like a dragon, King Toban gazed out at the hundreds of Rogues before him. All of them were down on one knee, their heads bowed in respect to their king. Standing in front of him was Anna. She wore a floor-length black dress, her blond hair pulled back behind her shoulders. Lowering her head in respect, she nodded. "Yes, My King."

He settles me on the counter as he hurriedly goes through the drawers to find something for me while I sit there like an obedient child waiting for her mom to pick her clothes. Azriel breaks my trains of thought, picking me up. He slides a wine red colored top on me which reaches till my mid-thigh and then makes me wear the same colored socks which reach till my knees. I look at the outfit with a frown, he's dressing me like a doll . . . his doll. He smiles ruffling my hair before he picks me up and begins walking out of the room. I clutch onto his shirt scared of what kind of people I'm going to meet now. Everyone knows the King family is very ruthless.

Glancing at the camera, she said, “Let us take a look at the various designs that customers can choose from.” The camera then panned to the large monitor behind Riley and the host, showcasing the unique design of A King’s Collection. It featured yellow and white gold necklaces with black enameled pendants, men’s rings, and bangles. Some pieces were adorned with a touch of diamond, but the predominant black color made them distinctly masculine. “Your husband must love them,” the host said. “Yes, he does. The first piece I made for him was the King bangle with the crown in the center,” Riley described. “Now he also wears one of our necklaces, which looks so good on him.”

They knew each other since Arab introduced them. Despite being in his late sixties, King Atticus had an aura which screamed power and royalty. In the morning, when Ritha was doing her practice, he was watching it from afar. He was highly impressed after seeing the girl's fighting skills specially the way she flawlessly moved heavy sword.

One of awe and pure admiration. "You're excused" The Prince said referring to the maids and cal who nodded in understanding. "What is your-" "Corey" He said indignantly. "Corey Adams. Descendant of zion, strong connection to wind and water. King of one of the strongest kingdoms of the three realms ruled by the sun goddess" Huh? "Corey huh. I admire your sense of humour." "Eat up. We have a lot to discuss" Five spoons into the soup, I was already full. No doubt, Kellyn had eaten more than half of hers.

I cleared my throat slightly with a chuckle. "My name is Avalon not Miwa your King Majesty the Alpha" I spoke in a rush not sure exactly how to address him. He gave me a curious look for a moment before settling back on his seat, a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. "I know who you are child. I know a lot more about you than you might think"

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...