Rest In Peace King Novels & Stories

“I have a secret too—one that could cost me my life. But I’m still here. And I’ll keep standing by your side… just like I know you’d do for me. In this world and the next. You’re my home, Kaiden. Are you forgetting that.” A deep, shaky sigh left his lips. I saw the fear in his eyes dissolve and a tiny bit of peace finally settle in. “Can I sleep like this?” he asked, barely audible. “On your lap?” “It would be my honor, my king.” I whispered with a gentle smile. He closed his eyes slowly, and before long, his breathing evened out. He fell asleep there, head resting on my lap, finally at peace for a moment. I stayed that way the whole night, holding him quietly, watching over him in the only

The festival included a buffet meal for each of them, and they were given whatever staple items they needed to take up housekeeping. Pleased with the preparations and being well rested, the King and Queen returned home with good reports. Queen Vashti gave glowing praises for their hosts and the care they were shown. All was well again in Bellairiah, and Alicia thanked God for His protection over all the nine realms. She had so many things to be thankful for, and peace was above all the greatest. The next morning, after the King and Queen returned from their trip, the Queen woke up screaming. The King had a heart attack in his sleep and was dead.

“He’s waiting for you.” Ace actually smiled, and it was obvious to King that he’d been holding on just to hear those words. Now that he had, he was going to let go. So he did let go; he let go hard. Ace fell into the deep, black pit of oblivion… and at that second, King was sure – absolutely, totally sure – that he wasn’t ever coming out again. And considering everything, maybe that was the kindest, best thing. Sometimes, death was a loving, tender mercy.

The word stayed with me. “I won’t come today,” he added. “Give her peace. Give yourself peace.” I didn’t know what to say. “Judy,” he called softly. “Yes?” “Rest,” he said. “You look tired.” I was surprised. How did he know? “Okay,” I whispered. “We will talk later,” he said, then hung up. I stared at my phone for a while before returning to the room. Sophia rushed to me. “So? What did the king say?”

The fact that it was silver made the action so much easier to complete. I let tears stream from my eyes as I watched his own teary eyes go glassy. His wheezing stopped instantly and his chest no longer rose up and down. King josh was dead. I released a very shaking breath and instantly fell myself, my back abruptly hitting the grass below, directly next to the kings dead body. My arm and head poured with blood, and my own breath began to slow down drastically.

“Soph?” The king’s voice echoed over the phone again and she realized he was waiting for her to respond. “I understand, my king, please take care of yourself,” She responded to him. “I will, you do the same and I will see you once I get back,” He said and hung up. She missed him immediately the line went dead. “I guess I have to sleep alone tonight, cons of hooking up with the king,”

Castle of love Episode 42 🏰❤❤🏰🔞💪 Please like before reading 👍 ******************************* (At King Roland's funeral) Priest: Receive the Lord's blessings, May the Lord bless and watch over you, May he look kindly onto you, forgive your sins and give you peace, In the name of the Father, the son and the holy spirit. Congregation: AMEN!!! Priest: Rest in peace King Albert Roland. (Blair, Queen Victoria, Cecilia, Paul, the guards and maids drops flowers on his grave)

“I will. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.” Out in the large living room, King dressed rapidly, shrugged on his jean jacket. He was totally focused on what was going on at Curves now, his professional persona sliding into place smoothly and easily. Years of running his special-ops group King’s Men made it as natural as breathing. He went out to his SUV and headed out into the silent city. He took a deep breath, enjoying these moments of peace; he had the feeling that whatever was coming, it was going to be the very antithesis of peaceful.

They weren't as well acquainted with Maddie as the rest of us who had been there since she fell ill, just over a week past. We stood in silence for the longest time, silent tears falling every now and then, guilt, sorrow, and helplessness felt by all. After a while, the King arrived. He walked slowly into the room and stared at the portrait his son had drawn, then knelt at the table, just as he had at Maddie's bedside, and prayed eternal rest in Latin, roughly translated to: "Eternal rest, grant unto them, oh Lord, And let perpetual light shine upon them, May they rest in peace,

If he wanted peace, peace from the world, peace from Jamal, he should gave sought for it in some other way, they would have figured it out together, he didn’t have to leave the world totally, he didn’t have to be selfish and leave her alone! “Joan!” The sharp voice cut through her haze and she finally noticed her mother’s face hovering over her. “Mama!” she cried out when the emotions broke out of their prison with overwhelming force, suffocating her. “King is not dead” her, mother told her in soft tones as if talking to a child, “He isn't.” “He's dead!” she cried, tears running down her face in torrents. Mrs. Michaels shook her head, her palms holding her face steady.