Mean King Novels & Stories

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.

His eyes wandered far and wide, as if the King of Maldiva was pleading with him to stop the war. Bill remained silent, listening to Keannu Wellington's incessant rambling. He let the king continue to say everything that was on his mind. "You know General Mackenzie, the King of Maldiva loves his son very much, not to mention Kingsley is the Crown Prince who will replace him. He will definitely try his best to protect him." Keannu laughed again and picked up the glass filled with red wine that had been served by the servants. His face had turned red, perhaps he was getting drunk but he did not want to stop drinking and instead wanted to drink more and more wine.

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

My words were sharp because I knew I needed them. You had to be sharp if you wanted to trap him, force him to tell the truth. "In case you don’t know, I am the commander of the King’s forces and that means I have work to do in addition to taking care of His Majesty’s personal life, so since the King decided to go out with you... I didn’t worry about knowing where he was every step of the day." Suggestive. It’s a good idea. I hated how much he seemed to know every answer to give.

~Mirabelle~ Mason King. I typed search on G****e and waited. "Mason King. Twenty eight years old billionaire. Vice president to Mr Kurt Kenton; the president, founder and owner of Kenton's group." His long line of degrees and net worth were stated. I ignored it and scrolled further "Relationship status - Single. Other businesses - Owner and Chef; Y. Mel restaurant, owner of Davinos clubs and resorts. Known relatives - Mom, (Divorced), An aunt, A sister and a younger brother. Other information withheld."

“I’m sorry, madam. I’m just a driver. But maybe you should visit and see some places that play huge significant value to the history of Capria.” “See? You’re not just a driver. Tell me about the King?” “Ahh. America has no monarch, yeah? The first king was King Kamrun—” “Who?” “King Kamrun of Braynburg?” “Oh, and the current King?” “He’s critically ill.” His people must love the King if he didn't rule like in that 15th-century monarchies. “I’m sorry to hear about that.” My chest felt hollow. “The Prince apparent is Prince Isodore, Duke of Burkhese. You should visit Burkhese. It’s a great place, surrounded by the ocean. If you want to visit a little bit colder than Winterbourn, try Guardion.

"Why aren't you among those interviewing for the King of Kings assistant?" Craig adored King Marvelon. No matter what I said about the man, he had some excuse for his King. Not only that, Craig was good at his job. He could do any task given. He had the power to detect what each merfolk represented even before they spoke to him. All merfolks on land knew and adored him. He was given the title of manager for his team, and the title was well earned. He would make a great right-hand man next to King Marvelon.

Oh, damn, it's one hell of a body. I heard a loud cough and looked up at the man sitting on the throne looking like a god. "You may rise, my men." He spoke to Kay and Kane, they both rose from their bowing positions and nodded at their 'leader'. "We have found her, my king." Kay spoke looking at the solid ground in front of him. King... What the hell? "Good job, Kay. You are dismissed." Kane and Kay left the room, closed the doors after them and left me alone with the hottest species in the fucking universe. Fuck, I really should stop thinking with my vagina.

Mia said. " Okay," Mia's father drove the car at average speed, and soon they reached the king's mansion. Sam stopped his car a little far from the mansion gate. Mia and her father entered inside without looking back. Sam came out of the car, seeing the mansion in front of his eyes, his heart was on fire. Once again, the jealousy lifts; he worked hard for what he got today, yet Miles king already got it from birth. Even if he sells all the property he owns, can't purchase even half of the king's mansion, yet this man was just one of the estate Miles King has, he owns more than ten mansions which Miles purchased on his own,