Novel & Cerita Space King

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***

The King demanded. The twins looked at each other again. "Alright. You promise the ride, huh?" When the King nodded, the one with blue eyes spoke. "I'm Brandon Dreksil Chronos..." "And I'm Zachary Dreksil Chronos..." The Monarch was momentarily speechless before picking up the twins and making them sit on his lap. "You're a big guy," Zachary remarked and laughed. "But do you have a spaceship?' He murmured. "Yes. But why do you whisper?" The King asked in response.

The next scene morning, King Spencer dominantly stood in front of his dressing mirror while he was checking out his outfits. He decked out himself in black leather jeans, and a silver shirt, and his golden hair were stylish in a neat ponytail. However, he comes across as not being satisfied with his appearance at all. King Mamba had arrived unexpectedly last night at his home, and they couldn't talk since it was late already. Hence, their meeting was rescheduled for this morning.

She said and spun on her heel. I couldn't hold the smile that erupted on my face, "Thank you, Trish." There were mostly women on our staff. His jaw tightened. His cold gaze turned to me. "Please, have a seat. Don't mind. We're protective toward each other," Aerial said. I knew she was holding her tongue. But her frightening look unsettled me. He held out his hand, "Marcus Valentino. You must have heard about me." he asked "Aerial, Yes. The king of construction. Recently... is interested in buying property." She shook her hand.

’ 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?’

Karl:appoint someone you trust in your place and come here immediately Philemon:as you wish your majesty but I won't be there for the battle you are about to fight Karl:very well just be here as soon as possible Philemon:OK your majesty (turns off the intercom) Karl:(calls for a soldier)soldier come in here immediately Soldier:(enters Karl's chambers)your majesty you called Karl:yes,prepare three million men we are heading out to conquer Saturn immediately (wears his armor) Soldier:as you say your majesty (leaves) On Saturn plans for the spaceship to contain the men,women and the children including the royal family members were done and they had already left Saturn with five thousand solider

" Mana smirked as it was the same smirk like Zackarya-it was wolfish. "From now on you Zackarya Hall the king of Dark Spades will not be allowed to see your Queen since you are so deeply in love with her." She added and both of our eyes widened. Even if we didn't love each other bur still we used to see each other once or twice in a day.

THE VAULT – NORTH RIDGE ESTATE Nathaniel King sat in the subterranean darkness of his private sanctuary, the "Vault." This wasn't the office where he managed the billions of King Global; this was the birthplace of **Sekani**. Here, surrounded by liquid-cooled servers and multi-monitor setups that glowed with a soft, bioluminescent blue, the "Sun King" dropped his crown. He wasn't a CEO here. He wasn't a jilted lover or a man grieving a missing fiancée. He was a predator in a sea of data.

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."