Kings Game Novels & Stories

But she was more astonished to see the other two men and one of them look, a foreigner. Mr Verma introduced his wife to Azlan and Daniel who merely nodded. "Actually, Mr Kings came here for a specific task. He belongs to the Royal family there in New york. You must have heard about Him in his business world and on international TV channels." Adhyunt said. With the speed of an arrow, Mr Verma recalled the memory when he used to watch and read business-related magazines including about the "Auracious Regal Kings". But the couple thought that why this Majestic King came here personally to their home.

"But the game isn't about her, Rowan. It's about the king." Rowan looks at the black king, then up at me. His eyes are wide and dark and far too serious. "Is Daddy the king?" I smile. It is easy. It always is with him. "For now." I lean back. "Do you know what a king does when someone tries to take his throne?" He thinks. His lip goes between his teeth. "...Fights?" "He doesn't wait to be asked." I pick up a small black pawn and roll it between two fingers. "If a new little prince shows up, and he might, you have to be ruthless. Kind boys get replaced."

It was called King or Queen of the court. One player would be the king or queen of the court and they would start at one end of the court. The remaining players also called challengers would have to win 2 points in a row to become King or Queen and the first player to win 10 points as King or Queen was going to be the winner. I watched with my hands folded as the ball went from left to right. Then someone came up behind me and I turned to see Rhys. "I want a better explanation. We clicked as such good friends. I know you understand me and know my reason for this so I need to know just why you wouldn't help me. There has to be a real reason." He said and I shook my head.

Rose said to them politely. The Kings smiled at their mate as in answer. If anyone would have seen the Kings touching a girl's foot and tending her wounds then they would have been fainted because of the extreme shock. Firstly, Because the Kings don't touch anyone and touching a girl's foot is out of question. The only time they touch someone is when they kill them. Secondly, the Kings don't tend to others wound, because they are the one who are the cause of others death. They are sadist who enjoy seeing others in pain and begging for mercy.

That evening, Drew was called away. My father needed him for some council matter. Apparently the graphic designer who didn’t want anything to do with ruling spent an impressive amount of time around government. I teased him about it as he got ready. “Future King Drew.” I bowed. “Stop.” Drew frowned. “Your Majesty,” I continued. “Eliza.” Drew’s voice came out a bit more forceful. I grinned. He caught me around the waist. “You’re enjoying this.”

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

She was not just his mate; she was his partner in this war. The plan was set. The board was in motion. It was a desperate, reckless gambit, a king sacrificing his castle to save his kingdom. But as Kaelen looked out at the city, a chaotic mess of his own making, he felt a sense of calm, of absolute certainty. He was no longer a prisoner of his crown. He was a player in the game. And he was playing to win.

And far away, in a room no satellite officially acknowledged, a woman with cold silver eyes watched the press conference replay. Elena Volkov did not smile. But she did lean forward. Interesting, her gaze seemed to say. Very interesting. The Kings had refused the Nursery. They had rejected quiet obedience. And now they were not defending. They were expanding. The game had changed. Not because of violence. Not because of scandal. But because two people had decided that a crown was not inherited. It was defined. And if the Syndicate wanted to test the cost of that definition, They were about to discover it was far higher than expected.

I said, looking up at the moon, "is about to realize that her escape was just a detour. She belongs on a throne. And I am the only man who knows how to build one." I hung up and stepped into my waiting car. The game was no longer about a company. It was about a Queen. And in the game of chess, the King is the most vulnerable piece on the board. Caleb Knight was the King. And I was the player about to checkmate him.

Linda shot me a look and whispered so only I could hear, “When you’re young, you don’t appreciate how great younger guys are. You waste time chasing older men instead.” I nodded, impressed. Maybe she never liked Calvin that much in the first place. With her target shifted, I finally relaxed. Caleb wasn’t even mentioned in the original storyline, so he wouldn’t fall under the heroine’s influence. More people arrived, and someone suggested playing King’s Game. A girl drew the King card and waved it proudly. “Whoever has cards two and six has to kiss. Full tongue.” I had planned to play a couple of rounds, sneak away, and go upstairs to eavesdrop. Then I flipped my card.