Novel & Cerita Long Live The King Novel

It was time, my era to rule but then my father wouldn't see me rule this great clan. I had restored the Northern clans back to their position. It was time to kiss my bride, the woman of my unborn children. I had kissed Lucinda passionately, not minding if we were in the presence of a large crowd. "Long Live the King!!" "Long live the King!!" They kept on cheering because it was a new dawn…. A happy ending it is>>>>>>>🦋❤️

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

he then asks" Are you joking your Highness? why should I the King live with the Queen in the same chamber?" Queen mother Meghan then replies in a straight voice " What's wrong for a newly wedded husband and a wife to live in a one-chamber? It's not like I am asking to live with a mistress?". With anger, Alexander face becomes red like hot chilli. he then said " It's not about wife or mistress its about my choice . Idon't want to be with anyone that't it.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

she says before the dam breaks. Her sob is loud against our sensitive ears but we pay the pain no mind. Karina is in pain and we have to help her. We wrap our arms around her body as she cries and our heart tears as we realize we don't have anything to say. We can't solve this problem for her and we can't protect her from this pain. The King and his mate are the only ones who can live forever without aging. We can still die, but... "We could die. If you want. We could pick a day... an age. We could end our lives so we don't have to witness the sadness," we say quietly and her sobs die down a little before she goes completely quiet.

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

She's embarrassed someone might hear, although no one in the bar pays us any mind. I glance over my shoulder. "Emerald Province will be safe." "I can't afford to live there," she immediately dismisses. I don't know much about the Emerald Province, but it's where King Tyrien lives, and where the wealthiest live. I wouldn't be able to afford it either, but no one would follow her there, especially not Kailor. It's another King's territory...

Despite trying to ask the maids who brought food to me, they all glared at me with disdain. It was three weeks of being left in the dark, I didn't know if the King was alive or dead. Right now, I didn't care about his selfish and ruthless behaviour, I just wanted him to heal as quickly as possible, I didn't mind becoming his for the rest of my life. Fuck the quest for freedom. It got me into this terrier situation. It would take a miracle for the king to survive. His chances were slim. Who survives a silver bullet laced with wolfsbane?

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

I decided that was a mulling over for another day. I opened the book, its pages slightly yellow with age. It must have been written back in the early days of Fresonia, documenting the life and times of its first King. Even though this Samuel was not quite my Felix, I was still curious as to what he was all about. I opened to the first page, a map of the seven magical kingdoms. What I saw there shocked me.