Love & Pride King Novels & Stories

Mane said and handed the mic to Vexon. Without any hesitation, he took it. "I know, a lot of you are happy with this decision, whereas, some aren't. Well, after becoming the king, I can promise you that I will never let you regret your decision. My ancestors built this gang with a lot of effort. Of course, I won't let it go futile. Let me prove it to you that I am willing to give my life for the Gladiolus," Vexon said, passing the mic back to Mane.

He paused for a while, and continued, "You are my nightingale and will be mine forever. I only loved you, I love you and I will love you for the entire life. And for the next upcoming births, I want you as my life." Tears dropped down. He kissed my eyes whirling me. It was stopping the tears. "I only hated you in the past," I whispered in an apologetic tone. "But now you love me," He snuggled around my neck. "Yes, but I never expected you so soft as you are treating me. After all, you are the king of the mafia world," I uttered with a little courage. Calling him cruel means awakening his sword. "Does mafia king have not to heart, feelings?" He asked making me shut.

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?

“Freedom! Love is love! Let us love who we choose!” The voices grow louder, and the king rises, leading the group outside. There, they find a crowd gathered in the courtyard—men holding hands with men, women embracing women. The king raises his hands for silence, his voice carrying over the crowd. “Citizens, hear me. Your message is clear, and I have made my decision. From this day forward, love is free. No law shall stand in the way of your happiness. Love who you choose, and live as you wish!”

God knows I want us but I cannot bite the fingers that feed me, the queen and the king as been nice and Victor that was chosen for me is also a good guy even though I love Adeoye more . I just want to make this family proud for once not causing them pain and shame. I walked to my bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror to wash my tears but I keep flashing back to Adeoye words , how he confessed his love for me and was even ready to forfeit his position as the crown prince of this kingdom for me. Tears dripped down my face uncontrollably, I couldn't even dry my tears again, I just sit on the toilet sit and cry.

"I am not my mother, Kiel. I won't be broken. I won't be hidden away. And I certainly won't be taken away by a man who thinks he owns me because of blood, just like you thought you owned me because of a contract." I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it hard, just like I had done in the boardroom. "We are going to invite him here. We are going to let him come. And when he walks through that door… he will see exactly what we have built. He will see that I am not a prize to be won or a key to be stolen. He will see that I am the Queen. And you… you are the King who chose to bow to her." Kiel stared at me. The fear, the worry, the hesitation… it all melted away, replaced by that look I kn

A king gets all he ever desired. A king never needed to ask for long, if at all. A king was never refused! It was a belief he had clung to his entire life, one that had determined his every action, his every decision. He had always surmised that if he wanted something - no, when he wanted anything - it was his by right. His crown, his kingdom and all who were subject to him, were no exceptions. To love was to possess, and to own was to hold tightly that nothing could come in between.

But, he swallowed his anger down as he said, “Think before you talk, Miss Franklin. You might be the chairwoman of the Pearl group, but what we do here is national pride.” “So, as a citizen of the same country, I expect you to keep your personal grudges outside the Summit, let Anna and Gabriel participate calmly and bring victory to our country.” He added. “National pride?” I laughed, “You are only going to humiliate our country by showing some thieves as the Tech-god ‘Aris’ with some stolen code.” Victor sighed. A few curves of tension appeared on his forehead. He rematched the signature Anna had submitted as Aris and then looked at the sample game Gabriel had provided earlier.

Then, in unison, every device came alive again. One word glowed across every surface, painted in molten gold letters that seemed to pulse with life: PRIDE. Alessandro stared at it, disbelief shadowing his face. “What does it mean?” Elena’s chest rose and fell, her eyes brimming with tears. Matteo’s voice slid through her veins like liquid light. It’s what they stole from me. And now, I’ll take it back.

“I am not your king. I will never be your king.” He leaned in until I could feel his breath against my ear. “I am the king to my people. And you…” His hand pressed harder. “You are not one of them.” I shook beneath his hold. “You are nothing,” he whispered. “You are my slave. My property.” I nodded quickly, praying to whatever gods hadn’t already abandoned me that he would stop. “Please… just—please,” I begged, the words tumbling from my lips. He didn’t let go.