روايات وقصص ضمن Opm King

“Have they forgotten how great Regal Palace is because we haven’t made any big moves internationally for a long time?” At the same time, a woman with long black hair and beautiful features but an icy manner also stood up. She said, “Perfect timing! Let’s seize this opportunity to show the world that our Regal Palace is still the overlord of the dark world. Let this serve as a warning that Regal Palace is not to be provoked in any way.” This woman was Olympias White, the Western King of Regal Palace. As the only female among the Five Kings, this woman was a legend and an icon of Regal Palace.

"I know you won't disappoint me. Now bring your men there so that guy won't have the chance to run away." Suddenly, the Great Elder of the Lotts — who had been there listening to their conversation the whole time — frowned and said, "Mister Owen is a level six warrior king and I know how strong he is. If the opponent could easily defeat Mister Owen, that means the opponent is very strong too." Owen nodded. "Yes. I think he could be a level seven or eight warrior king. There's just a handful of level nine warrior kings around and we've never heard his name before."

After all, Glen had been a beauty to behold too. And she knew she would be stupid to fall for any man again, especially not after what she went through recently. 'This man,' she wondered, 'what's his deal? Why was he so interested in her business?' Seeing how silent Loki was and not saying anything other than looking at him with an unreadable expression, Kylo was about to say something when her lips moved. "Thank you," Loki suddenly said, making Kylo somewhat surprised and pleased. He was beaming with smiles when she added, "however, I would appreciate if you would just stick with your professional duty as an employee of Chairman Donovan."

' Arsenio cursed in his heart and felt anxious at the same time. How not to worry? It turns out that the enemy he will face has a lot of Action Points and Victory Points. So far, the people Arsenio met didn't have that many points. "Father." Felix briefly hugged the shaved-headed man. Even though his appearance is not cool, it is even considered mediocre. Shaved head and pot belly. However, he had the highest position and was the most influential person in the Black organization. Yes, his name is Keenan Matthew. However, people know him better by the name King.

It doesn’t work. “Unbelievable,” Opal says. “Your father is a bigger asshole than I even imagined.” “Opal—” the king says, but she doesn’t deter. “Well, he is your enemy, isn’t he?” she asks King Kane. He says nothing, and I’m not about to raise my head to see his reaction. I have managed to blink back my tears, though, so when Opal continues, I am looking at her. “I’ve always thought that werewolves cared very little about anyone other than themselves. I suppose this just confirms it.”

"I simply capitalized on the opportunity before me." "Oh is that right, little monster? Tell me then, what opportunity is that? Humor me." King didn't expect he'd be without the support of the God aura for long. This little bastard was in for it soon enough, but there was something about him King wanted to discover, something he couldn't put a paw to. A level of arrogance he had only encountered once or twice in his long life but something else as well. "Are you so sure I'm not already on to your staggering level of stupid plans?"

’ the old lady said, rolling her eyes as she took off her seatbelts. I sighed, tired of the false accusation. ‘Ma, I am sorry your daughter got jilted but like I told you a few hours ago, I don't know your daughter nor you. I am Kyle King, the CEO of the Kings company and Planet O. You might’ve heard of me.’ A flick of recognition shone in her eyes and disappeared immediately. ‘I don’t believe you. The Kyle King I know won’t use public airplanes. He’s richer and hotter and doesn’t look anything like you. You think I am crazy, right?’

The go-getters' trill, the morning sun radiates looking through the mists, and birds do their wake-up routines, flying through the gentle breeze of wind. The king looked at the brilliant light, which covered the sky, loaded with magnificence, very much like the way he couldn't get his eyes off the woman who was in the middle of working back n' forward. All of a sudden, his trusted right hand appeared with piles of paper. and said, "Your excellency, the invit-"

Omen says. “We are the Largest and most powerful Kingdom amongst all for a reason. The moment our guests arrive here, our mightiness will uproot every cunning tactic that they have.” As my head security, you have to make sure of that. I say to him as I take out my favorite horse from the stable. “Yes, your majesty!” Omen says and I climb my horse. I and Owen have been together before I became king. His father, Richard, was the late King’s personal gamma and I remember Omen’s whole life’s mission was to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Only ownership. Claim. "You broke beautifully," he murmured, voice low enough that only the guards nearest could hear. And the way he said such lovely words in that soft, terrifying tone sent chills down the guards' spines. They tried to remain stoic with their eyes fixed ahead, but they got goosebumps at the way the king was staring down at the omega girl. "But don't worry, little flame. I won’t let you burn out. I’ll make sure you last." Ragnar rasped in that deep husky voice as his rough knuckles caressed her cheek.