The King And I Novels & Stories

Due to his height, the king’s arms were rather short as well, so he had to press me quite close to himself, practically burying his face in my ruffled, double-peaked flowerbed. And yet, despite all that, the man’s warm hands held my waist firmly, guiding me through the dance with surprising skill and confidence. The king moved beautifully, even considering the fact that his legs were of different lengths. “Naziza, you are magnificent,” Karadeylis said, forgetting formalities and offering me a compliment. “Thank you,” I replied shyly, embarrassed by the monarch’s studying gaze. “You may call me Iza.” “Very well, Iza,” the king said with a crooked smile. “We need to learn more about each other

Watching the Hummers sent to gather King Killian from the airfield park in front of the Palace, I step forward to greet the Demon King as he climbs out of the back of the first Hummer, his long legs and sturdy frame not what I expected. “Queen Isabella, so nice to see you again.” King Killian, a man standing over seven feet tall with long flowing black hair, pale skin, and ruby red eyes, says with a wide smile, but I notice the way his smile does not reach his eyes.

I guess being childlessness is part of the consequences of being the king’s wrong mate. I am not going to watch myself loose what is supposed to be mine, I want to rule after my husband,I want my lineage to remain a royal and I will do anything to get it. After Dinner the king and I went to have a shower , we layed in bed and we began to kiss, I pull away from the king’s kiss then I went into the secret room where I kept Estelle and bring her out, I took her into our room. My husband sits up from his bed. “What’s going on here? My husband asks.

My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?” The King nods, and we all make our way to the hospital. We spent about an hour in the hospital. The King asks questions, and my dad answers them. Doctor Walker joins us with the head nurse Letty Walker, he and the King talk for about 30 minutes and he shows him around the royal hospital, then the psych and wellness center, then finally the main hospital that even the humans use.

he says and I courtesy. I could feel his eyes on me but made sure not to eye contact. "And my in-laws, Esperanza Jones and Grayson Dolan"he says. "What a lovely family you have"the queen says. Her accent very beautiful. "Well these are my kids,Princess Alexandria, Prince Daniel and Prince Enrique"the king says and we nod. "Why don't we continue at the table"Aunt Jane insert and we all nod. We stepped back a little allowing them to walk head and that is when I made eye contact.

His absence weighed heavily on her, the once warm and tender king now seemed like a distant memory. Yet, Isabel's persistence never waned despite the lack of response. She hovered near the places he frequented, hoping for a fleeting moment of recognition. But each time, her efforts were met with cold indifference. The king's attention was wholly consumed by Victoria, who basked in the glow of her pregnancy and the adoration of the court.

“The King and I are not on terms right now. He saw me watching coupling movies and got upset. Now, he is avoiding me.” Prince Mitchalus said nothing. He eyed me for a minute too long. “Good,” he murmured. I frowned. “What?” What was good with the prince hating me? Nothing about that was good. He was King of all Kings. It was never a good sign when our King disliked us. I had to think about how this would affect my people. The edges of Prince Mitchalus’s lips tilted. “Nothing. Why were you watching coupling movies? I did say you could see land males.” The prince thought about his words, then modified his words. “Maybe just one guy. One time. And don’t tell me w

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

he said as I was looking at him. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked him as the king chuckled. Then, he looked at his wife’s portrait again. “Definitely a good thing,” the king said as we stood silently beside each other, admiring the portrait of his wife, AKA Kelly’s mum. I think I can get along just fine with my father-in-law.