Love & Pride King Novels & Stories

He had not just defended his love; he had declared it the cornerstone of his power. He didn't smile. He gave a slow, acknowledging nod. His eyes held a deep, quiet peace. The performance was over. The truth had been spoken. As he stepped away from the podium, the headlines were already being rewritten, not by PR teams, but by history itself. The story was no longer about a billionaire's controversial romance; it was of a king who had redefined strength, a leader who had built his throne not on a secret but on a sacred vow. Davidson Ekon had taken the word they had used to break him and forged it into his crown. Love was not a scandal; it was his legacy. And in that declaration, finally, he h

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.

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“Didn’t I tell you, Keanna?” She flinched at his tone and went stiff. “Yes, your royal highness.” “You are my only love, my only wife.” “I am not worthy of such title, My King.” “Why do you think that? My love?” Keanna felt her heart pinch at the endearment and the sad tone in his voice. “I am not of noble birth. My family is from a small nomadic tribe. When my father refused to give my mother to the late King, he threatened them and my father, he…he offered me.”

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

"It's mine, I made it. The man was really surprised by Ezra's talent and when he heard that the song had been made by her, he spit out the apple chunks he had in his mouth. The fruit got stuck in the king's throat and worried she tried to help him. Ezra grabbed the king by the stomach pressing to get out the pieces of apple that had gotten stuck in his throat. The red king of shame tried to evade the woman's grip. But he only managed to fall into the couch along with her. "Your Majesty, is that okay?" Ezra asked with his eyes wide open. "Mahdi, I give you permission to call me by my name. Ezra nodded in and when he realized how uncomfortable the situation was, he tried to get up from the emp

Her eyes were hazy, ready to shut down from this entire drama any moment but the pain coursing through her veins made it harder for her to do so. "Why? Why!? Did I not give you everything? Food. Love. A title that makes others envious. Roof over your head. WHAT THE HELL DID I NOT GIVE YOU!?" Marvin's screams echoed in the once deadly silent room as they filled Sophia's ears, making her body tremble yet she didn't dare to speak another word.

The elder hated it. Because it destroyed everything he spent decades building. “You think emotional surrender makes you powerful?” he snarled. “Love weakens wolves. Pride keeps us alive.” The First Bound King stepped forward slowly now, chains dragging heavily across the fractured crystal floor. “No,” he said quietly. His silver eyes remained fixed on the elder. “Pride destroys us.” Silence spread briefly through the sanctuary. The Queen looked toward the King slowly after hearing those words. And for the first time in centuries—

When we broke apart, I whispered against his lips, "I love you." His smile was radiant. "And I love you, my Queen, my mate, my wife." The minister raised his hands, addressing the assembly once more. "Honored guests, I present to you Their Majesties, King Theodore and Queen Emeline Lykoudis, united in love and purpose. May their union inspire us all to seek greater understanding and connection."

"Watching the men I love fuck each other? I think I might be living the dream right now." King chuckles, low and breathless. "You hear that, slut? Our girl loves the way I'm claiming your asshole." Once King reaches his climax, roaring as he explodes in Niko, they collapse beside us. I see something raw in Niko's expression as he turns to King, his face flushing more. He looks down, almost shy before meeting King's gaze. "I...I love you, King," he confesses in a whisper. I can't contain the smile that spreads across my face. He did it.