Novel & Cerita Komik Raja Menginginkanku

I couldn't see the title since she shut the book, placing it down beside her when I walked into the room. "So, Queen tells me that King wants us to mark each other. You do know there is no chance in h3ll I'm going to mate with you, not until I find out the truth about you. So why don't you come over here and we can do this marking thing." Is this girl for real? Who says I wanted to mate with her right away? I don't even know her. We need to get to know each other. And what I know of her is that she's crazy and bossy. And as soon as she realizes she can't do that with me, the sooner the better. Walking over to her, moving the book, and placing it down on the table, I noticed the title: “The K

my uncle says to me demanding that I get married immediately . My uncle knows that I do not want to get married now or anytime soon because I have told him a couple of times but he just never gives up , all he wants is to see a cover page of me with a princess next to me . He believes that I can not be king without a beautiful Queen by my side . So every morning he barges into my room and ask for one thing from me and I always give the same answer . " Why does everyone want me to get married ? " I respond to my uncle with a question , and he walks out of my room in rage .

Happy ever after! After putting the customers' order, I went back to the kitchen. How imaginative you are, Raja. My life is no fairytale. Stick to reality and stop your nonsense, please. How exactly is that a nonsense? If it is not clear to you, I am giving you a suggestion. Wouldn't it be easier to find your father if your source is someone with a high rank? This is a chance for you to grab. I grimaced. Indeed, Raja. Very good suggestion. How come you stopped me from selling myself in a whorehouse—as how you say it—but now you're suggesting that I should flirt with a prince?

Cerita itu terlukis dengan indah, Terbayang kita pernah bersama di satu hari yang cerah. Rajata and Kalyana looked at each other and smiled. "Yeah, we sat together on a piece of hill somewhere in this area, on one fine day," murmured Rajata. Kalyana didn't answer, just smiled and squeezed Rajata's hand. "So, when are you going to Jakarta?" asked Rajata. "How excited you are!" joked Kalyana. "Aren't you afraid of being beaten by Papa?" "Ah, it's my risk if I want to get a princess," replied Rajata lightly, taking Kalyana's arm and then began to walk away from the shore. "Let’s go!"

“All that pride, that defiance—it’s nothing. You’re mine now, Tales. You just don’t want to admit it.” Tales immediately jerk his head away, but Raja only chuckled, tightening his grip on his chin, fingers digging in painfully on his skin. “You can fight all you want,” Raja murmured, lowering his grip onto his throat, “but in the end, you’re just my little plaything, aren’t you?” Tales clenched his jaw, his body rigid, every parylt of his body screaming to pull away, to fight back. “You’re sick,” he managed through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with anger and disgust. “I’ll never be what you want, Raja.”

Honestly, I don't like the idea of it, but I think I should relay the message right. What does he wants from me? 'He promised to give you the cure if you would do something in return. You should find his only son.' My lips parted a bit. His son? But why me? He should have asked that to the princes instead considering that they are more capable of doing it. 'Because he wants you to marry his son.' What did you say, Raja? You are only joking, aren't you? You can't be serious. 'My apologies, but I'm serious, my lady.'

No matter how angry and harsh he was but my name was something far away from his mouth. In no moment he was standing in front of me covering all the distance between us. The yellow light coming from the lamp was falling on his face as I was looking a few inches above my height. His dark red lips under his moustache moved only to say. "How dare you to that, Huh? Why the hell you forget every time that I am a PRINCE and the Future KING of Mahabaleshgarh." (Aapki himmat kese hui ese karne ki, hn? Or aap bhool kyu jaati hai har baar ki hum Rajkumaar hai bhot jald Mahabaleshgarh ke Raja banne wale hai)

"Well, hmm... You have a nasty temper. It's hard to understand you most of the time." The king coughed, which was as if an arrow had stabbed him. He simply replied, "I-I see. Anyway, you mentioned before that the spell fulfilled your desire, did my memory serve me right?" "That's what the lady told me." "Does it mean that ‘jerk’ is your desired man?" "I think so." "Seriously? That clingy and cringe jerk is what you desire? Is that how low you set your standard for a man?" "Excuse me... what? Low standard? How dare you call him low quality! He may be clingy and cringe, but his words comforted me. His sweet words were like sweet nectar on a flower."