Love & Pride King 소설 & 이야기

Mr Tony furrowed his eyebrows; skepticism seemed to have been carved on his face like a scar that refused to heal. "Do you really love her, or are you just there for your selfish, sexual pleasures?" Mr Tony challenged, his words cutting deep, laying bare the doubt that lingered. Enzo's face tightened; his tone was measured: "I love Sera , not because of sex; my feelings are above physical attraction, and I promise to treat her with dignity and care that she deserves." His voice rose, swelling with conviction. "I am a new man now," vowed Enzo, his words laced with optimism.

I opened the message, and my eyes widened in shock. "Didn't know you liked your men penniless and pathetic," Adriano's message read. "Eden is a useless wretch," he continued, his arrogance seeping through the text. "He'll never be able to give you the life you deserve. You're a queen, Joanna. And queens deserve the best. I can give you the world. All you have to do is ask." My fingers tightened around the phone, rage coursing through me like a hot desert wind. Who did this man think he was? How dare he insult my boyfriend, my sweet, kind Eden? I couldn't believe he had the audacity!

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.

His anger doesn't scare me but his lust sure does. "My grandfather, King Lucas Vlček had twins. One was named Adrian and the other Aragorn. Aragorn was the older twin therefore, the heir to their father's throne. King Lucas always believed in status and royalty. He didn't accept my father when he introduced a lowly wolf peasant's daughter as his mate. They made him choose between the throne and his mate. My father being a fool that he was, he left the throne for his mate! A few years later, I was born and some more years passed by before Lucian was born.

He hummed a tune of contentment as he swayed leisurely with Emaline. "Truly, love. There was nothing in this world that could compare to her beauty." Happiness had long served as a veil to conceal the deep-seated sorrow and isolation that plagued the heart of the ruthless king. With their connection as a couple now complete and whole, nothing could impede the two who were fated to be together.

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

The king smiled and continued “Today is a day of joy. Our ancestors have answered our prayers. Because this joy dwells in my heart, I will want to use this opportunity to announce the union between Olamma of Dota kingdom, and Chika, my only heir to the throne.” The crowd erupted with happy cries, much louder than before. Ada tried to find Chinwe amid the shouting, but lost her to the jumping and frenzy of the people. She stood on her toes, but frowned when her eyes met the Prince. They held the gaze in their own little world for a while, shutting out the cries of the people. It appeared as if both of them were alone and Ada was surprised, when she read what appeared to be regret in the eyes

Now, she just wished she could get to hear more. Grace gave her a blank look until finally a frown formed on her face. "What, fired? Why would you think he would have fired you? On the contrary, I think he would have given you two weeks off but not before calling the family doctor over. Make no mistake Moesha, Mr King is no tyrant. He's an angel in human form." Keisha blinked a couple of times, trying to take in the words that she had to admit she had not expected to hear.

I finally raised my head, and so did he. His scar stared back at me with fierce eyes before our gaze broke the moment I opened my mouth once more, “Then do you hate the new King given that he’s an offspring of the late ruler you’ve loathed so much as to have his fang on display?” He stared for a good two seconds before a smirk broke off his face.