Protecting The King Movie Novels & Stories

the King assured, as he and Carson spoke as if I were not there. “The biggest threat is gone. Alpha Luke was a threat, but he has been destroyed. Alpha Maxwell has been contained. Who else will want to bother with me?” I asked, feeling confused and afraid. “Until we know the full extent of your powers, you are at risk of being captured by the evil that lives among us,” the King said. Carson cleared his voice, looking at me. “The King is right, Marly. We must do what is best to protect you. You need to go with him, to ensure your safety,” he stated sadly.

"I intend to call him out on this. Have a one-on-one conversation with him to discern his true intentions." "Scarlett," the King's voice softened, and he turned his gaze toward me. "I want you to understand that you're under my protection. No harm will come to you. If Michael has any malicious plans, he'll have to go through me first." His words offered a reassuring warmth, a reminder that even in the midst of uncertainty, I had allies I could count on. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Your concern means a lot to me." The King offered a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting genuine care. "You are a valued member of this pack, Scarlett. We stand together, united against any threat. I will ensure you

So, instead of asking, Kane waited for King to continue speaking. "That's all I can share for now," King said. "I know you're curious, but this is for your safety. Just give me a month to fix everything outside, and after that, you can try to bring me down again. Do what you want." Kane's jaw clenched in frustration, and King noticed it. Kane still wasn't getting the answers he wanted. "I am protecting you because I care for you. I hope that answers your question." He left after saying that and didn't give Kane a chance to ask further questions.

King Johannson was no longer just King Johannson, her brother and bestfriend; King Johannson was a criminal wanted for the kidnap of Jamal Johannson. She, Joan Michaels was to testify in his defense in court, Barr. Winnows had told her. She would, of course, even without being told. Detective Schuffer and Detective White had met her once to question her on Principal Kyrian's death after the first questioning, basically the same questions. She had dropped the note back into her drawer without calling the strange number. King was already being protected and she couldn't risk getting him in more danger. It had been a month, a month since King was beaten to a coma, a month since her mother decla

the king replied as he rose to his feet. “But, boss,” one of the men protested, “we did exactly what you wanted us to do.” The king was having none of it. He yelled at him to shut his mouth and not say anything else. Judy noticed the revolver protruding from his pants pockets as he passed past her. She realized right then and there that he had to be careful with her words, or else she'd die. The king requested that his staff assist him in escorting the men outside. Judy was certain of what would happen next, and she also knew that if she offended the King, she would face a similar destiny.

They did not believe what the king said. "Didn't you hear what I said?" the king asked. All his guards stood at once and bowed in salute and thanked him. They all continued on their way back to the palace. Along the way, the king kept smiling. He did not speak during the trip. King Van De Fretas has really been hypnotized by Katty, a mysterious woman who lives in the middle of the wilderness. The guards asked each other. No one dared to ask the king how he survived the attacks of the hungry wolves. "Something has changed from the king." A bodyguard whispered. The other bodyguards nodded. The return of the king to the palace made Queen Lourine finally smile again. She dragged her exquisite li

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

“You don’t know what it’s been like. You left us in a mess, King. You cut her off, you left her alone with no answers—” “I was protectin' 'er!” he shouts, slamming his hand on the table. Queenie jumps at the sound, her shoulders curling inward. “Protecting her?” I snap back, my own anger bubbling to the surface. “You call abandoning her protection? You left her in the dark, thinking you didn’t give a damn about her or the baby!” King stands abruptly, his chair scraping back against the floor. “You think I didn’t care? You think I didn’t think about them every fuckin' day? I made the only choice I could to keep 'er safe!”

"Listen to me. Nobody is touching you. Nobody is getting close to you. I will put armed guards on you twenty-four seven." "King, if they could get to my father…" "Your father didn't have me." King's eyes blazed with something dark and dangerous. "I play a lot dirtier than politicians. Whoever sent this just made a fatal mistake." As the car sped through Lagos streets toward King's penthouse, Victoria couldn't shake the feeling that Someone had declared war and she'd just accepted the challenge. King's penthouse had transformed into a fortress. Security guards posted at every entrance and cameras monitoring all angles. Marcus King's head of security, a former military guy who looked like he c

What do I do to make it open? The king stared into my face and in anguish. He stood up and went to where the doctor was standing inbetween my legs. Just one stare from him, the doctor moved back away from me. Whats he doing there... Everyone In the room began to murmur and I was dazed as well. Is he planning on killing me??? I clenched onto the bedsheets tightly as conniption gripped me. Oh Lord...please save me. The King wore some gloves on his hands and i felt him touching my tummy.