Live Unoffendable Patricia King Novels & Stories

His cold voice when he says she calls herself king. I hadn’t believed him. I thought it was politics. Control. A father trying to cage a defiant daughter. But now— She stands before me, flames rising behind her, declaring herself something that does not exist. Hearing it now—directed at me—feels like a slap across the face. Now I understand why the Alpha King calls her unstable. Delusional. Maybe he isn’t wrong. Maybe years in a gilded cage have filled her head with impossible fantasies. Palace-born arrogance.

“90 days. We show up in the Public. Cameras. Charity galas. You call me ‘mine’ when the press asks.” He heaved a sigh, ran his fingers through his hair before darting his gaze at me. “That fixes PR. The Captain has a girlfriend. He’s not a monster. He’s human.” I knew I had something to say in all this but he just rendered me speechless. He takes a step forward again. “And while you’re doing that? You coach me.” I blinked. "Seriously?" I hated myself for just uttering single words. “Off-record,” he continued not minding my reaction “No cameras. No team. Just you and me and film.”

Rosalyn Off goes the scrunchie. Dua Lipa moved on the flat screen while “Levitating”reverberated on all four corners of the room, and I followed, shaking my waist and flipping my hair like a prisoner who could see the sun again after a hundred years of captivity. Off goes the shirt.

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?

"Robert Mitchell, Patricia Mitchell, I came here today to expose your true faces! To let everyone see exactly what kind of people you really are!" Patricia's face went white. "You don't know what you're talking about!" "Don't I?" I smiled coldly and pulled out my phone. "Let me refresh everyone's memory." Under everyone's shocked gaze, I played that crystal-clear recording from the hospital corridor. The sound quality was perfect. Every word carried through the banquet hall's excellent acoustics. Patricia's vicious voice filled the silence: "Unlike that brat Sarah! Couldn't even keep her own child... She's just as stupid as her real mother! Born with cheap blood, she deserves it!"

Nicholas King, King's estate, 6'3, 30years, CEO of Kings company, businessman. Liliana Patrick, Jameson motel, room seven, , 5'4, 23years, graduated from Heartland college. States that Liliana Patrick will be living with Nicholas King, cook for him, clean for him and do whatever he desires and she will get anything she wants from him. Liliana Patrick is not allowed to do anything without his permission, she can't leave the house without the consent of Nicholas King's permission if not it will cost her dearly. She is not allowed to council this contract unless the other party agrees.

Several phone cameras clicked at the same time, focusing on her as she knelt before me. “I… apologize for my mistake, Miss Franklin. I promise I’ll never show my face to you ever again. I’ll leave Gabriel. Please don't fire my father.” I only smirked at her before I stepped away. Wiping my heels with a handkerchief where she had accidentally touched, I looked at Arthur. "Let the father stay. Fire the daughter. " Anna collapsed, her knees hitting the marble with a sickening crack. She only looked at Gabriel. “Why did you not tell me your wife was the young lady of Pearl groups?”

She was lackadaisical like so. There was nothing to fear, Radclyffe tried to reassure himself, he was committing no sin whatsoever, but boldly bringing himself before the king with a noble purpose - to plead the life of his child. Moments later, the door swung open once more and they were graciously welcomed inside into the throne room. There was no one else but the king who sat on his throne, with all his regal splendour. With measured steps, Radclyffe, Victoria and Gwen advanced towards him, their heads slightly bowed. The king did not make any movement to acknowledge their presence, except the subtle smile that adorned his cheeks and the piercing gaze that went behind him.

Patricia who used to sneer every time Chloe or her sick mother were late on rent, who made a point of announcing their struggles to the whole compound, calling them charity cases, pathetic, and burdens. Chloe strode toward her, confidence in every step. “Mrs. Patricia,” she called out, her voice clear enough to turn heads. The woman looked up, her mouth already twisting into that familiar condescending smile. “Oh… It’s you. I heard you are leaving, finally running off to live in a man’s house?” The snickers from her little audience set Chloe’s blood alight. She stepped forward, voice steady but laced with venom. “No, Mrs. Patricia. I’m moving into my new apartment. And before I go, I want to

she continued and when Patricia realised that she didn't intend to stop anytime soon, she swiftly, despite her large frame, clamped shut Lucrecia's mouth while looking around furtively to ensure they were the only ones in the garden. "You could be charged with treason for speaking so loudly against the Royal family, Lu, watch it, thank The King there were no royals or servants around" Patricia sighed loudly in relief to herself, before she realised that she still had her large hand over Lu's mouth. "Oh sorry, sorry, I ask to be excused, forgetfulness on my part." Trish quickly made amends while chuckling at the look that Lu now had, breathing in large gulps of air as if she had just been dro