The King And I Novels & Stories

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

He was my King and I was his Queen. ***

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

Lady Lora stops talking when Meghan looks at her with big eyes and an unhappy expression indicating her to stop talking. Queen Meghan then smiles at Victoria sweetly then says" Victoria you are a princess of Country K and Now the Queen of Country A. Although it may be normal for a small Country like Country K Princess to talk, laugh and make friends with a maid but it's not common for Country A Queen to talk, laugh, make friends even look at a normal maid. You are an important member of the royal family of country A so, it doesn't suit you. Country A is not like Country K small country holding little power. Country A rules the world and you are the wife of a ruler of the world".

King Theodore angrily walked into his room to see his mistress Ciara lying sexily on the bed, wearing a transparent yellow dress. "My king, what's your plan with the queen you kidnapped or should I say took?" Ciara asked as she sat up worriedly, staring at King Theo, who obviously didn't want to talk. "I don't just want to lose you; I know the repercussions of what you're doing and…" "Shut up, Ciara, and leave my room immediately! I don't think I need you here; I have a lot going on in my head!" King Theo yelled angrily as he pulled off his robe.

Her few days with The Road Devils had already made Jo re-evaluate assumptions made based on appearance. “You know it, sugar,” he growled and then turned his attention to Jo. “Hi. I’m King.” You sure as hell are. Oh my and dear Lord above. “Hi,” Jo squeaked as those intense gray eyes saw her whole; it was like the man had x-rays in his face and Jo knew that exactly zero got past him. As she took his hand, she felt something cool and hard and she glanced down to see that King had numerous thick, heavy silver rings. Idly and briefly, she wondered if they doubled as knuckle-dusters, decided that she didn’t really want to know. “I’m Jo.”

“Now he also wears one of our necklaces, which looks so good on him.” “You must really love your husband to create a design for him,” the host teased, and Riley flushed. “Yes, I love him very much,” Riley answered without hesitation. “And A King’s Collection is just fitting because your husband is Adrian King of Halliport City,” the host announced. “Yes,” Riley admitted with a giggle. “But more than a name, he is a real king to me.” “Well, Mrs. King, your eyes sparkle more than the diamond when you speak of him. I don’t doubt your words,” the host complimented, and the two ladies laughed before the show moved on to a commercial.

I didn't mind taking Liam with me to the pack but then the noise and all that would wake him up and he shouldn't be awake by this time. Or I could leave him with Maria. “Suit yourself. We'll be out late, don't wait up!” Clarissa gave me a pitiful look. One thing about the King was that when he was in a good mood, he made sure that he used all that energy to the foolest. And I'm the unfortunate person to have to get with him tonight. As the King and I walked out of the house in very contrasting feelings, he turned to me with the brightest smile. “Leave them alone, they won't understand. Let's go say hi.”

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

He looked at her with the wet bright sick eyes of a man whose body was being rearranged from the inside by something he did not understand, and his mouth opened, and he said, in a voice that was almost a whisper: "I — I don't — Selene, I don't know what is wrong with me." "That is not what I asked you. I asked you what just happened in that courtyard." "The king—" "Yes. The king. The king of the realm rode personally into your courtyard this morning, with two witches and four guards, on the morning of your autumn festival, with no warning. He came directly to the centre of the courtyard. He went down on one knee in the dirt in front of your wife. He carried her out of this manor in his own a