Kinger X Queenie 소설 & 이야기

I rasped shooting his left leg leaving him whimpering in pains "Now start taking who the fucking hell sent you?" I said still maintaining my calm voice as he looked away "I will let you go if only you reveal the bloody bastard that sent you, but if you decide to keep silent I will kill you and hunt down all your love ones." I threatened with an evil glint in my eyes "Marcario sent me." He said as I smiled. How dare that fucking Brazil drug lord choose to pick a war with me? Have he forgotten so soon that I am the Queen of mafia.

What he did this afternoon was outrageous! She was taking refuge behind the King! She had no plans to be his sheltered Queen. Being with him permanently would mean she would have to get rid of her name. All she will be is Mrs Giannini and would have to put up with his psychotic family, deal with his wh*res, doll up for the camera, and completely forget who she was as a person! No to mention his wife is supposed to give him an heir and if she has a child, that unfortunate soul will be the center of discord in their rotting relationship. She had to be clear, if he can't see through his mistakes, she will cut him loose.

Ivory King Magical Alpha King's mate, Queen of Lycans and werewolves, true heir of Davister clan and magicals Long waist length golden hair Amber eyes 5'6 inch, petty frame Power:- Antheia, the light flower, goddess of peace Clotho Melissa Alejandra King Half Lycan half Magical twin Mate to Igaro Alpha, true heir of the lycans and werewolves, Queen, later Queen of the Davister clan Long waist length chocolate brown hair Amber eyes 6'ft inch 18 Power:- The roar, aura sensing Micage Alexander King Half Lycan half Magical twin Mate to Molly King, second to the crown of Lycans and werewolves Short curly golden hair Sky blue eyes 6'ft inch

They heard the King and Queen of Asteria had chosen to pass on having one of their children enter the Hunters Competition, so the Hunters had skipped going through their kingdom, and was instead heading north, towards their village. "They're due to arrive by nightfall Father! I'm sure I'll be the one they pick. After all, I am the best of our family." Her eldest brother Seth's voice was clearly heard as she worked in the kitchen with her mother and younger sister Cerise. Carrying three plates into the dining room, she placed them down, one in front of her father, the other two in front of Seth and second oldest brother, Sebastian. Her mother and Cerise came out with the rest of the plates, o

I am the Luna, the Queen of all the packs, and I will lead them with Ryker by my side. When Ryker is crowned Alpha King, the crowd erupts into cheers, their howls echoing under the Blue Moon’s light. His back straightens, and though his face remains calm, I can see the glint of pride and responsibility in his eyes. His hand reaches for mine, and as we stand side by side—Luna and Alpha King—the bond between us feels unbreakable, stronger than ever before. Dante and Xander step forward, bowing playfully in an exaggerated fashion. “All hail the Alpha King and Alpha Queen,” Xander says dramatically, grinning from ear to ear.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

Without waitin' for a response, I grab Krystie’s hand, pullin' her with me into the kitchen, the chaos of the room fadin' behind us. As we step into the kitchen, my mind already flickers to the sandwich I never finished. “Now, where was I?” I mutter to myself, grinning like a madman, ignorin' the blood still staining my hands. Food always tastes better after a little bloodshed. So, Queenie is pregnant. It explains why King keeps arguin' with 'er to get 'er ass back home to the club and stop followin' him. He's right to do that, it's safer there. Continuation Request

“Remaia, you’re getting amazing. Because of your perfect service, I always miss you,“ said King Eric. They were sitting down to enjoy dinner together in King Eric’s room. King Eric saw Remaia just silent with a cold face. She slowly chewed the food and ignored King Eric’s words. Remaia was not at all interested in King Eric’s compliment. So different from Remaia that existed in King Eric’s memory. Remaia, who a few minutes ago made love to him in bed. Because what King Eric had in mind was his own imagination. “King, is the Red Orchid formula so powerful?” King Eric frowned. He stopped his hand, which was bringing food into his mouth. “You seem very interested in the formula,” said King Eric

My fingers find the hem of his henley, pulling it up to feel the hard, toned muscles of his stomach. We're a mess of hands and mouths and grinding hips, and I'm just reaching for his belt when— "OH MY GOD, YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!" The door bursts open. Queenie storms in like a hurricane in stilettos, her eyes bright with excitement, completely unbothered by the fact that she's just interrupted us in a very compromising position. "Queenie, what the fuck—" Knox starts. "Nope! Don't care! Get up!" She's practically vibrating with energy, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off Knox's lap. "You can fuck each other's brains out later. Right now, you both need to get dressed because we are NOT m

They explained that the woman behind Queenie, the internet star, was also a human who had every right to make her decisions. However, from that one comment, someone with too much money threw a thousand dollars for the very first crown donation. Nobody expected such a high roller to act that early in the chat. Rich viewers like them were called Kings in the chat, and most of the kings on Queenie’s channel were regulars. This King was different. Nobody knew him or why he appeared, but Queenie welcomed him nevertheless. A new viewer was a new customer she should treat well, especially a VVIP like them who would spend a thousand dollars on a dare that she might reject.