Kings Of Quarantine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

A voice sounded from the head position, "K, do you really think I cannot see that Saint's greedy thinking?" K was the code name of the right-hand man. K replied, "I don't dare to, boss. You are more knowledgeable than me." The leader chuckled. "Don't worry too much. I know his greedy nature. Once he is of no use, we are going to dispose of him." He said indifferently. K also laughed with him. It was expected of his boss. The leader's voice returned to normal again. He asked, "Did you inform him not to call in your number again?"

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

I asked, concerned about who had their sights on us, and who was willing to test those boundaries. "A new up-and-coming family called the Espositos. The other head came across them recently and divulged us. Apparently, they're ruthless, and they're hoping to spread their turf into New York." My blood boiled at once, making my muscles strain harder than they had during my workout. Anyone who dared test us was as good as dead. We were the kings of the city for a reason, and we had no qualms about proving it as many times as we needed to.

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

“And how will that work now that you’re fired?” “I was actually thinking about this last night, and I realized I made a mistake. I’ll go back to the king and apologize and–” “The King?” he cuts me off, his brows furrowing. Oh no! “He is the alpha king–” “Well not for long. That’s why I need him gone as soon as fucking possible. I’m supposed to be the alpha of this pack by now.” “Ryker, I understand that, and all I'm saying is–”

"The fox is indeed injured, Your Grace. I spoke with the healer who treats the royal wing staff. She mentioned seeing bloodied bandages, and torn clothing. The wounds are real." "But?" the Queen Dowager prompted. There was always a but. "But the king has restricted all information about how the injuries occurred," Lysa continued. "The guards who found him have been reassigned to border patrol. The warehouse where he was discovered has been sealed by royal order, and no formal investigation has been opened." The Queen Dowager's eyes narrowed. "Corvin is covering something up." "It appears so, Your Grace." "What else?" Lysa pulled a folded note from her apron. "This was found in the king's stu

"There is a very tiny chance that they can contact the illness, and then what will you do then?" Mitch growled. He would never let anything threaten the safety of his kids. "That is why I am going to sanction a curfew on the kingdom. We are going to limit the number of people that leave the kingdom, and then quarantine them for a few weeks when they come back." "That's crazy, Mitch!" Draco threw his hands up in frustration. "You want to conceal the kingdom in here, and for what?" "For the protection of -" A bold knock sounded, cutting off what Mitch was about to say. The door opened and Anna came in, her eyes flashed in fury as she regarded Draco and then Mitch.

"You cannot just forgive them, Milady. They say bad words against you sometimes. Do you know that that particular maid worked for the Lady Ursula before when she was in the palace court. She was the prime minister at that time?" "No. We shouldn't let this people affect our lives. Come...we have a dress to wear and look good." I said and that alone made her smile. My stupid loving friend. ~~ I sighed. The King had assembled Kings from different part of the world. They were going to discuss a lot about the upcoming war between Sethum and the Kingdom of Fruisca. Six different Kings sat on their sell cushioned chairs as maids tended to them. They looked proud and above all, authority and power f

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.