The Fool King Lear Novels & Stories

“Stay in there, Mason. “There was something in that water. By the time the gala starts, every important person in the city will see you make a fool of yourself. “You’ll look completely unstable. “And once everyone believes that rumor, let’s see how Claire protects you as the Harrison heir.” My head began to feel heavy. The room swayed around me. Lucas’s voice grew farther and farther away. I pressed myself against the cold wall as my legs gave out beneath me.

His furious demeanor skyrocketed when Prince Cory looked at him haughtily. "Is this how you want to become king, brother? You will go down in the history as the tyrant who killed your family. The people will not accept you!" Prince Lauren shouted. His fatal attempt to fool Prince Cory again, but the second prince burst out laughing. He laughed like what he heard was the most ridiculous thing he heard. "We're royals, brother. We devour to survive. Didn't you set this lousy trap as the perfect stage to hunt me?" The mockery dripping from his gentle voice could not be denied as everyone listened.

he has always known, his daughter was foolish, but he didn't know she was this foolish. "How can she just say that to Carl, now he would know how desperate we are." He let out a burst of awkward laughter, "Well King Carl, that will happen sooner or later, you know, but I'll much rather it happens sooner because, at the moment, Nedal is without a monarch and is unprotected," he muttered.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

"I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." The arrogance is back. The smirk. The King persona sliding into place like armor. I want to slap it off his face. "Jealous?" I ask. The word hits him like a body check. His expression flickers—surprise, then anger, then something darker. "Jealous?" He laughs, but it's forced. "Of some guy named Marcus? Please." "Then stop asking about him." "I'm not—" "You've asked twice in five minutes."

Alexei leveled his blade at Stefan's throat. "Who are you truly, and who sent you against me?" he demanded. The imposter bowed his head bitterly as murmurs rippled through the crowd. The kingdom had almost fallen to this elaborate ruse. But Alexei's loyal allies and cunning had saved it, for now. With Stefan once more imprisoned, Alexei felt hope cautiously rekindle that order could be restored. The false Stefan was hauled away in chains, still refusing to reveal his true identity or purpose.

She stood up slowly, looking down at them like a queen looking at lowly servants who had betrayed her. "And let me warn you... if even a single cent is missing after the deadline... I will not hesitate to hand all the evidence over to the authorities. You will not just lose your wealth. You will spend the rest of your lives behind bars. Do I make myself clear?" Danilo and Drake stood frozen, pale as ghosts, unable to say another word. The lies died on their tongues. They realized too late that the 'foolish heiress' they had mocked earlier was the most terrifying judge they had ever faced.

It was about the moment I stopped valuing myself by how much I could do for others, and started valuing myself for who I was. The Heiress was gone. The President had arrived. And the King was right where he belonged by my side. The End.

Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”