Novel & Cerita Oni King

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

"Can't you slow down, King? I wonder how you can sigh under your chokehold." King... short for him. Or Kingston who was now casually putting back on the short—sleeved black t-shirt lying on the ground. Kingston pulled himself up from his recumbent position sitting against the headboard. Not once did he look away as Aquela's hips swayed wildly towards him. The shape of the mattress pressed down slightly as Aquela deliberately took a position staring at Kingston who raised one high eyebrow reading every gesture Aquela made. "Don't you feel hot in this shirt?"

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

It says The Alpha King in the picture because I'm currently trying to get the book title switched to that! For anyone confused about why there are two different names. Happy New Year!!

My heart is literally breaking and I wish I can just march over to that bastard and rip his head off. "What news, Jimmy?" The Inspector General asks in a pissed voice. "Guess who I have here with me," Jimmy purrs, still smiling. “Who?” "Come on sir. Guess. Go on and guess." "I don't have time for games Jimmy—" "Sebastian King," Jimmy cuts him off. "I have Sebastian King here with me. He is the CEO of King Industries and equally the rich asshole who is on every magazine cover in the country." My blood goes cold.

Keanu ignited emotions. "You brat! Who do you think you are? Looks like you really want everyone here know who you are. Then tell me who you are!" said King in a bored tone. Keanu lifted his chin higher. His face became much more confident. "Keanu Ferguso. The owner of the night dish. You know, this is one of the most expensive nightclubs in Indonesia. So, can you confirm how much wealth I have," explained Keanu. King rolling their eyeballs lazyly. "You wasted my time in vain to hear your very unimportant explanation," King said breathlessly.

I did it intentionally, and I wondered how I knew it was him. Trying not to dwell on it, I changed the topic. “Why do they call him Alpha?”? I asked Jones, who walked besides me. “Because he is the alpha king.” “Who is an alpha king?” “An alpha king is like a king, a judge, and a military commander all rolled into one, like a president of a country the only difference between him and a president is that he is not elected into office, he is born to lead because he is stronger, smarter, more instinctively dominant”.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”