Kings Of Quarantine Novels & Stories

They started to kneel in front of their new king as one of them spoke up. “But what about our queen?” “Won’t she rule anymore?” It’s been a month since she had become a Queen after the king’s death and it felt like there was no one ruling over them as the general kept the people in discipline. “I have conquered your kingdom…” Zackarya’s voice made everyone silent. “…soon you will see the end of your Queen too.” He said as he moved forward to jump up on his horse and retreated going towards the castle followed by his whole army. *

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing. Clara grabbed Keanna up by her hair, looking down at her. “You filthy thing, was the previous King not enough for you? I can’t believe you entertain both him and his father at the same time. You’re just a dirty whore with an innocent face.” “Let me go! Let go!” “Want me to let go?” she asked, pulling Keanna’s hair harder before throwing her aside. “Soon, I won’t need to dirty my hands. Look properly and bow your head. Don’t you think you should serve them wholeheartedly since you didn’t get to before?”

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.