Love & Pride King Novels & Stories

"Being king means more than being strong. We do not seek power in you. This will be given for free to the one who will become king because his power will increase and become something he never dreamed of. We were looking for a good heart. We were looking for someone willing to sacrifice for love, for principles, for what is truly valuable in our world. ” I look Dominic in the eye. "To me, you're everything this elder says," I whisper lightly. "You are the king of my heart. You loved me before you met me, you loved me poor and hurt even when I was a nobody in this world. I love you! ” I tell him and Dominic leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips. When we turn our heads to the elder who

The coldness, and harshness which was in his tone a few minutes ago disappeared. “I am not worthy of your love, my king. I am just a slave and before this, I was a villager”. I say to the king. I said these words purposely. I want to convince him that I am not the person whom he should love. I want to convince him that I don’t deserve this. I am doing this because of one motive in my mind. If I succeed in convincing him that he might let me go. “It does not matter. The only thing that matters is that I love you”. The king says and caresses my cheek with his fingers. Suddenly he grips my jaw with his finger and forces me to look upwards towards him. He caught me completely off guard.

He continued: “We will face challenges, but we will face them together. We will stand united in the face of adversity and celebrate our triumphs with joy and gratitude. For we are not just subjects of a kingdom. We are one family!” The crowd roared with applause. Clayton raised their interlocked hands, and they waved. “Long live the King! Long live the Queen!” The cheers swept across the square. Clayton pulled Claire closer, his arm possessively around her waist. He whispered into her ear, his voice low and husky, “You are the true queen of my heart, my treasure.” Claire beamed. “And you are the King of mine,” she replied. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the King and Queen shared a tend

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.

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.

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.

My eyes begged him to do the rest. Suddenly, he shuts his eyes tight and lets his head fall. He releases my arm and turns his back to me in one swift motion. His left palm comes up to his jaw, rubbing it. The sudden absence of his body heat caused me to feel cold. I stand there, staring at his back, my body still hot and wanting. I’ve just made a big fool of myself. I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. The knife of his rejection cut a wound open in my heart, causing me to bleed out what I had left of my pride.