Reece King Novels & Stories

Even a king wouldn’t give such absurd orders. “Of course not! Becoming a king is a task that Caius might take on in the future, not me.” “Caius what?” Raven’s words seemed offhand, but to Gia, this was crucial information. “You didn’t know? Caius Gustaf, son of King Carl XVI Gustaf, who currently reigns. Despite not being the direct heir, he will continue to rule if his brother passes away." Gia closed her eyes in shock. “Did I just turn down a prince?! This is insane!” Her inner voice grew panicked.

She nodded, "I'm not going anywhere, so you won't chain me." He chucked, "Greetings to all that joined this moment with us. I'm very appreciative of my father-in-law, King Zedar Grisean, and my brother-in-law, Prince Daxelle Grisean, who made it possible to commemorate this day as a special occasion. And above all, I want to say that the woman standing next to me is my wife, my Queen, and the mother of my three-year-old twin princes, Zachary Dreksil and Brandon Dreksil Chronos. As you defend and honor me as your King, I require you to do the same for my beloved Queen and our princes."

Keisha confessed earnestly, knowing very well that Grace would not be able to figure out her worries if she tried. "Why would you say that? Did something happen?" Grace's concern was clear on her round face. Keisha smiled and shrugged. "What's happening? Mr King is having dinner out here. That's rather unusual of him, don't you think," she fished, sounding as nonchalant as she could manage.

Dyan assumes the name belonged to the deceased corpse and he scowls bitterly. Aziel Basileus may be the next person in line for the throne, but his obliviousness can be quite disappointing. He sighs. "Shak- yeah. Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll have someone fetch her later." "Thanks, hyung." - Your head feels like you've been run over by a truck. Groaning, you fist your hair to create some kind of release. What happened? "Good." A low voice whispers before they're clearing their throat. "You're awake."

The library was empty at this hour. Good. I moved through the shelves with purpose. I knew what I was looking for. Pack histories. Elder council records. Ironmoor. Anything from thirteen years ago that could tell me what my father actually did and who he made an enemy of and why that enemy was still moving thirteen years after his death. I turned left at the third archway. And stopped. An entire section covered one subject i didn’t realise held my interest The Reign of the Alpha King. Year One to Present.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

" Sorry for keeping you waiting the king will be with you shortly ,He had an important meeting to attend , But please feel free to place your order and I will have it delivered to you right away " " Oh no thank you am fine " how can I take anything, When I don't even know if the king will ask for my head and besides this is the first time in my life am coming face to face with the king ,I really don't know my fate ,So I decided to say a short prayer in my heart . " Dear Zeus, I know am a crazy child but please don't let me die for what I know nothing about , At least guard me just this once please "

’ Sierra chuckles bitterly. Moving forward to pull a big chunk of his dirty hair. ‘And the one’s back you have had felt in there,’ She trails a finger down his cheeks to collarbone. She feels his round pouch with her palms, going down and down and down. There! She squeezes his balls. In the meantime, Julie chokes his mouth, muffling the ear-piercing scream of pain. Ouch! How exhilarating it is! ‘Is Sierra William, Queen Sierra William James. Only mate of King William James. A seducing beauty with a golden venomous guardian angle…’ Bowing down, she whispers in his ear and the game begins.

"Please, if a kissing scene with my mate makes you hot, then imagine how I feel every time at your house when you and the prince are going at it like rabbits." I scoffed, "That is our bedroom, and you are supposed to tune it out, not listen." "I do not listen; I tune it out. Besides, tune this one out too." Reagan and his brother were laughing now. Kingsley looked a lot like Reagan; they were almost the same height, handsome, and had black hair. The only difference between them was their eyes. Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other.