Lottery King Novels & Stories

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

God damn it. Honey found refuge in one of the far-end booths. Her usual place was when she ha someone to entertain. Unfortunately, it seemed as though the only person she would be entertaining tonight woul be her and her phone. The tall woman pouted as she scanned the darkclub's dark corners any potential surprises she might've missed. Alas, not even one of the awkward, less-than-appealing clubgoers was lurking about. Honey very much looked like a pouting princess with the way her golden curls fitted on her shoulders and the backless black d ess flowed around her. A princess left without a prince to entertain her the night.

[Mission #2: Invite the other man to have supper and offer to pay. [Mission Reward: $500,000 in cash, patience level +10.] Looking at their repulsive faces, I smiled and extended the invitation. "Since Mr. Adams has been so helpful, how about we have supper together to show him our gratitude?"

They were stronger, faster and two times the average size of a normal wolf. Luna Sarah once said that the king was over a thousand years old. I believe her which was saying a lot because I absolutely despised the woman. She was right, the Alpha king had been mentioned throughout the history books. He has single handedly brought the shifter race out of the darkness and mediated peace between the humans, humanoids and every shifter kind alike, even the mermaid clans were loyal to him. But the mystery man in the snow could not possibly be him. The king was older; he was young and in his prime.

"Who is he, by the way? Adrian King?" "Haven't you heard of The King's Enterprises? The King family is the richest here in Halliport. They are billionaires," Luke educated Claire. "Adrian King is the heir of the company, at least the biological one." "Oh, wow," Claire remarked. While Brian heard Claire's inquiry, he focused on Adrian. Brian could not put a finger to it. He was so unsettled while waiting for the microphone to work again. "Sorry," Adrian said on stage. "A technical problem on my closing."

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Her mother looked at Lorrie in genuine, stunned speechlessness. The First King, however, threw his head back and began to laugh—a loud, booming sound of dark victory. "PERFECT! BEAUTIFUL! You finally embraced the true darkness required to wear the crown! You are the Mafia Queen!" "I am his wife," Lorrie growled, pointing a golden hand at the King. "And I am going to tear your head from your shoulders." "Are you?" the King sneered. The giant obsidian Gate behind him suddenly blew off its hinges!

Alexander King. The color drained from his face so fast I thought he might faint. His hands started to shake. This wasn't just a black card. This was the King’s Black Card. There were only five in the world. It didn't just have a high limit; it represented the man who owned the very ground this mall was built on. "I-I... Mr. King?" Robert stammered. He looked at the card, then at me, then back at the card. "I want you to wrap up every single item in this store," I said. My voice was calm, which seemed to scare him even more. "Everything. Have it delivered to the King Estate by tonight."

Then he pulled out a little black notebook from his pocket, flipped it open, and cleared his throat like he was about to read the weather. "Listen up, all of you, " he announced. "A message from the King himself. Out of the thousands of the pathetic dregs we gathered, you hundreds have been chosen as the lucky candidates to participate in the Great Hunt. Consider it an honor. Most females never get this close to real power." Lucky?