Lil Durk And King Von Novels & Stories

“Soph?” The king’s voice echoed over the phone again and she realized he was waiting for her to respond. “I understand, my king, please take care of yourself,” She responded to him. “I will, you do the same and I will see you once I get back,” He said and hung up. She missed him immediately the line went dead. “I guess I have to sleep alone tonight, cons of hooking up with the king,”

Klevon and I are making our way toward the ship when we encounter the Duran royalty returning from the port. The Duran King is not present. As per Klevon, it’s only the oldest prince—which is really old–who is on the parade. If I estimate the prince’s age, he’s over sixty years old which makes the Duran King, probably, close to ninety years old. We are about to climb the ship when Klevon abruptly stops. He places his arms in front of me to impede my advance. He sniffs and scours the area.

Their hearts, minds, and souls remained one. They remained the King and Queen of the entertainment industry. It all started with... ONE NIGHT WITH MR. KING.

They don't notice we're here yet. "Get off of me!" Exclaims Aziel. You can't help your face from twisting a little. That looks like a very painful position to be in. And the girl isn't even showing any mercy. Yvon's got his arm pinned rright behind him, turning a deaf ear to his protests. And they say that he's the future king?