Novel & Cerita Pirate King

He was the perfect candidate. Her uncle chuckled, amused by her suggestion. "Most women fear him." He pointed. But they also wanted him. If he had shown interest in any of them, then they would think of themselves as lucky. "Well then, I think he is a good choice." The king voiced. "But love, that man used to be a pirate. I would not trust him with our Aria." The queen said pretending to care, again. "He is a trustworthy man and if Aria wants to marry him, then so be it." The king said with finality.

A stable, strong, respected life. The rogue life had made me powerful, but it wasn’t enough anymore. Not for them. So, I did what no rogue before me had ever done. I brought my rogue den into the Werewolf Council. At first, they laughed. Said a rogue den had no place in their world. So I made them listen. With tooth and claw. When the dust settled, they had no choice but to acknowledge me. My rogue den was no more. From that moment on, we were officially recognized as the Ruby Pack.

The fucking meeting I was heading for wasn't scheduled or called by me which only meant I didn't have to go. I held the door of the car for a few seconds then I let go of it, and backed away. “Send message to them. I'll reschedule the meeting.” I said, and headed back into the mansion. I had no idea who I was meeting with, or what the meeting was about which was even more reason to call it off. I am the king of the Mafia, I should call every damn meeting, and not the other way round. Back inside the building, I headed straight for my bedroom and dropped off my briefcase and my suit jacket, then I headed for the part of the mansion where Emma was located.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

It is quite ironic you see. She looks at Roan and continues, ''The King of the Sea was cursed by the witch queen to a life that stands still, without joy or reproduction. Trapped in his little Kingdom of the Sea only to leave once a year to find a virgin because only when the lost heir would fall in love with him then the curse would be broken. Imagine my joy when Roan told me that he had found the heir. All he had to do was make her fall in love with him which shouldn't be hard for a handsome guy like him. I mean all the ladies before you fell for his charm only to end up in his garden. And then when you finally fell in love, he delivered you to me like the good little dog he is. I must adm

Chapter 23 - Enough Garren The job of a King was to ensure that his people felt self and protected all while keeping order. It was a gruelling task, one I wouldn't wish upon my greatest enemy. The hours were long, and the days were tiresome. I didn't want to be back here sitting on my throne in front of my people so soon. Not when I had planned to have one more day of solitude with Penelope. But all of that was shattered the moment Zeke stepped through the portal and destroyed any shred of hope I had at having one last night lost in the possibility of what life with Penelope could be like.

He was leading the world of snake and vultures better than the five generations before him led with a swag of his own. But his playfulness and the gentle look in his eyes when he was on the phone threw him off. He was the King: ruthless and callous, who the world bent to and he was bending to a woman. Some chauvinist would ridicule it but he could see the clout behind the man, the woman was one piece of art to have the feral Alpha Wolf following her like a lost puppy. "I assume the receiver of your call was the girl in question." He declared without a hint of interrogation, he was certain of his statement, somehow.

She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown. She was also excited to meet her great grandfather Oscar Ariola. The man was infamous for betting all their wealth in a card game with a pirate. She wondered how a very wealthy man ended up facing the pirate. Pirates are rakes who prey on the misfortunes of sailors and people in business on the high seas.

“Exactly. Now that we know what my brother was after, we need to take it.” I nodded, just before he knocked the air out of me with his next sentence. “It seems the answers and the ledger you’ve been hunting… can only be taken one way.” I stared at him, trying to process whether I’d heard him right. I didn’t need him to clarify. I already knew what he meant. His expression told me everything. “This is what it means to be a fucking King, Moretti. Your life is not yours to live and you know it. So own it,” he said, his voice serious.

he whispered, his thumb brushing my lower lip and pressing down hard enough to make me gasp. "You are a pirate," I breathed, staring into his eyes. "I'm the king," he corrected, his large hand gripping the front of my dress until the fabric groaned under his fist. "And you are my queen." "Please—" "Shh," he muttered, pressing his thumb against my lips to cut off my words. "No more talking." His hand slid lower, moving over the tight bodice of my gown to cup my breast, his large fingers squeezing me firmly until I let out a sharp moan, my head falling back against the wooden wall.