Kings Game Novels & Stories

THE GAME PARTY There was a festival that was usually made in honor of hunters.That day, every able youths will go game hunting, and the King will buy the biggest game from the one who kills it, and pay an unusually big amount to such a skillful hunter. And when the king must have purchased the game, he will back it on his horse, to the kingdom, it will always be assumed, that such game was hunted by the king himself.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Salazar came out tonight with a few bodyguards with him, Carl knew he was on a hunt, and this young man was the prey. “Is it the King’s game?” Carl asked curiously. This time, the young man became more vigilant with his actions; the laptop bag he was holding a while ago was now secured in his body. He looked at Carl and next to Salazar, who was still looking for him. Carl knew how the King’s Game was played. It was a simple game between vicious mafia members. He once participated in the game and became the king. Its mechanics were easy. It was a game of death between the prey and the hunters. The Joker card was the prey, and the king card was for the King. The King’s role was to hunt for the

my assistant said. “A high rank?” Lisa stated. “Yes.” she replied. “And, how long will this take?” “Sorry?” my assistant asked at my question. “The entire game.” “As long as required. There are three winners but only one royalty. Whoever catches the eyes of the King becomes his Queen automatically. She is the leader of the board.” she replied. “I see.” I replied with thoughts on the one that could lead me to my parents. The King. “The three winners are all breeders of aristocrats that wield power, right?” Lisa said in a curious tone.

“The person who picks the number nine has to say something. The person on the right must utter a term that rhymes with it; this continues until no one can come up with a rhyme. That person needs to drink something. The camp games are back, but this time they're a little more....adult. The person who chooses a 10 must create a category, and the person to his or her right must speak in that category. When a person can't think of anything to put in that category, he or she drinks. Now, let’s go to my favorite card. Whoever picks the jack makes a rule. For example, you can only drink with your left hand, no first names, etc., and whoever breaks it during the game drinks. Anyone in the game can a

"Anyways, as Prince Lazul had already stated, you get the crown to your King, you win, but if not, the first team to get twenty-one points wins the set. One goal means one point only, no matter how many times you pass the ball to your teammates to keep it." "Oh, so that's the two ways to win the game and how to win?" I inquired and nodded to respond to my own question. "Okay. Sounds good to me. Wait—what about the King?" "As the title says, the King commands the team. They can block and steal the other's crown, but can’t score. Most importantly, they keep their crown safe. Otherwise, the game would end very quickly." Prince Guren snapped his fingers. "Ahem!" Someone coughed so forcefully lou

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

Lips red. I wanted to look like temptation. His eyes ran over me like I was dinner. "You look comfortable," he said. "You look thirsty." “I’ve been waiting all day,” he said. “You always keep your king starving?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get excited He laughed. Set the glass down. "Am I finally getting a taste of what the twins kept for themselves?" "Slow down, king." I stood, walked to him, stopping just close enough for my perfume to do the work. "I didn’t ask you here to fuck."

"I should never have let them go alone." "You'd probably be gone too." I close my eyes tightly and clench my hands into fists. "Then at least I'd know if they're even alive," I murmur. "My Queen—" "Don't you dare call me that!" I snarl, my eyes blazing red as Mitalonys threatens to take over. "Until they are proven to be dead, they will remain the kings of the dragons. Until they are found, I am not your queen!"