King Without His Crown Lyrics Novels & Stories

Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her. “I, the King Sun, bless you with light and luminosity. To guide and protect anyone who trails off to the dark” he touches the crown and it glows, almost blinding everyone. Then the orbs flew them to another place, this time it was just her and the King Sun. She is still wearing the same clothes and the crown. “After tonight we won’t see each other again” he said, “Who have thought right?” he added as he tries to shrug the words he just said.

The crown seemed to pulse with energy, and the I felt the same surge of power within me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the magic within the crown, and I felt a sense of clarity and strength wash over me. And somehow I had a feeling that this was what I needed to protect my kingdom, my people. "Long live the queen." A loud explosion disrupted the happy chants of the people. "No, the queen is dying." ----

“I’ll see that the crown prince is in your womb. So I shall fill you up generously with my seed every day.” With his persistent thrusts, her mind went blank and she couldn’t make out what he said, all she was focused on was the pleasure he gave her. “Angh! Neil!” He held Keanna’s upper body in his arms and violently thrust one last time, then exploded inside her. “haa…haa…” Neil who hadn’t pulled out yet, kissed the nape of her neck, leaving marks on her skin as she tried to catch her breath. “You are the King’s flower.”

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

“And to the Don who built this empire from the ashes. We are the kings of the dark, and may our enemies rot before they ever see us coming. To the Russo!” “To the Russo!” the men howled in unison, pouring their drinks down their throats. I waited for the echoes to die down before stepping forward. I stood on the slightly raised platform near the DJ booth so everyone could see me. “I’m going to be straight with you all,” I began, looking at each of them. “I’ve been distracted lately. I let personal matters cloud my vision, and for that, I apologize to you, my brothers.” A few of them nodded solemnly. They knew exactly what I was talking about.

“But the King…” A long pause followed. The glowing face slowly turned toward Alessio. ”…has not.” The light faded. Leaving behind a single object floating above the altar. A crown. Not made of gold. Not silver. Forged entirely from crystal. The Crystal Crown of the First King. No one dared touch it. Because carved into its inner rim… Were seven words. “Only one brother may wear this crown.” The three brothers looked at one another. The war they had been fighting was over.

Tears started brimming my eyes, and at the same time, I heard someone knocking on the door, I opened it, but no one was there. **This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please!!** *

Irresistible. “You stood before the King and pledged yourself to stability,” she stated. “I am ensuring that stability does not fracture due to neglect.” “You are positioning yourself,” he countered. “Indeed,” she affirmed. The honesty between them had become razor-sharp. “For what?” he inquired. She stepped closer. Close enough now that she could discern the faint scar near his collarbone. Close enough to perceive the heat emanating from him. “For influence that does not necessitate a crown,” she replied.

The pain was nothing compared to what I endured in my previous life, but it was enough to resurrect old fears. I flinched. He saw it and scoffed, "Scared? Then straighten up!" He thought I was still the same, scared of pain, scared of his words, scared of being cut off financially. However, he did not realize that someone who's faced death is not scared of much. "Listen to me," he jabbed a finger at my nose, his cigar smoke clouding my face, "cross the family, and you can forget about me as your godfather. You won't see a dime of your allowance. Let's see how you manage without us."

His face had gone gray. I pushed myself upright, my injured hand pressed against my stomach. “You broke what the Dragon King placed on my finger.” Clara’s answer was a slap. My head turned with the force of it. The taste of blood returned, familiar now, but the hall had become too quiet for her to enjoy it. “You are still pretending?” she shouted. “You steal a ring, insult Her Majesty, and dare speak His Majesty’s name as though he belongs to you?” The guards at the side of the hall finally moved.