Space King Novels & Stories

They are well known for their charity fundraising events and extravagant parties to foster more business connections in various other sectors of the economy. Henry King, Marissa’s father, is the conglomerate that rules the King empire; The King Inc Corporation—a chain group of industries that has its roots neck deep into food, oil and gas, luxury automobile production, and gold trade. Ava King, her mother, is a famous classical pianist. She even owns a classical music academy in Italy. As for Marissa’s immediate younger brother, Leo King, well, let’s just say he piqued my interest the first time I found a random picture of him on the I*******m account of Jenelle Perez, one of the popular fem

Killing humans will be hard on him no matter what he says. "Are you two going to chat all day, or can we get moving?" King asks from behind me. Axel takes a quick step away and lowers his eyes. King might tolerate him to a point, but Axel knows not to push it too far. "Ready, master," the doctor quips without fear. Crazy man. King rolls his eyes then winks at me. I need to figure out what it is about Axel that allows King to throw off the mating rage. Maybe I can bottle it and spray down all the females who look at him.

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

Swara asked while putting her hands on her waist. Alex who heard this immediately controlled his chuckling, and shook his head in no, while Seb turns around and encircling his arm around her waist to Alex, “Meet my fiancé, Alex, and Little Sparrow he is Alexander Adrian, the Mafia King of French Empire.” Swara, who was glaring at Alex, becomes shocked after hearing the word Mafia King. She didn’t know that thing; she just thought he was some random guy.

He thought he had hidden enough, but he couldn't believe that his eyes had accused out. Jame's hands clenched my neck, despite the thin skin peeling off. I made a successful bet. Jame had a love for King David. He's a brave Alpha and will fall in love with another Alpha. Or rather, he's just like me. It's all alpha masquerading, not purebred wolves. I realized this every time the king invaded the territory. James alone is allowed to take care of David. He kicks everyone out. More importantly, every time looks at David, Jame always exudes cheerful pride. It is not the same as the feeling of worshiping the superior.

*Prince Vincent* I grew up in the Langston Palace knowing that I am the only heir of the Great Alpha King. Yes, my father is the leader of all the alpha wolves that walk this earth. He is Alpha King Jack Langston, who stands in the throne and the one that unites all the alphas of the four regions. Blessed by our creator the Moon Goddess, my father posses the strength which is feared by many wolves.

Nora gasped, instinctively moving toward him. "Don't move," Ethan said coldly. He didn't move an inch from his throne, but the sheer weight of his Alpha King pressure flooded the room. "Who allowed this human inside?" "Don't you use that Alpha King bullshit on me!" Reynold, clearly possessing no survival instinct, pointed a finger directly at Ethan and shouted, "Ethan Klein! You selfish bastard! By what right do you lock Nora up? She's a person, not your property!" "She's my fated mate," Ethan stated flatly.

"Receiving a compliment from the owner of Asia's largest management company, he would die peacefully." Ruber Johnny laughed. "Of course, if he had Cyrus, it would probably make everyone's eyes widen. Who would have thought that that skinny kid from the past was Henry Jackie, the most famous male model? " Cyrus only took two puffs of his cigarette and rubbed it, as usual, asking straight to the point. "Have something to say? You didn't bother flying all the way here just to flatter me? " Ruber Johnny sighed. "Cyrus, you're still the same, arrogant, straight. Only, in the end, Cyrus is Cyrus, and no one can replace you."

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.

Until the sun rose on Tuesday morning, Alexander Sterling had just returned from the south. His clothes were crumpled, his hands still had dried bloodstains from the fight, but his steps towards the Vanguard Suite penthouse were still dignified like a king who had cut through a storm. The Alpha King doesn't need sleep; all he needed was the sight of his Queen to calm his wolf that had gone on a rampage all night slaughtering dockworker provocateurs.