The King And I Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Charlie’s POV It was almost 7pm and the Royals would be here any minute, I wasn’t sure why they would choose a place like this and not some high end posh place but either way I made sure their table was spotless along with their glasses and cutlery. The King walked in closely followed by the Queen and Prince Alexander who flashed a quick smile at me. Another waiter showed them to their table and introduced me as their server. The King held a chair out for his wife, he was much older than I had imagined, his hair was white and down to his shoulders, with a long white braided beard to match.

The King wanted to see Isabella in private. Karl decided to go himself. ***** The King looked up from behind his desk, frowning when he saw his son walk into the study instead of Isabella. “Where is your wife?” he asked. “She’s asleep.” “Really? Isn’t she aware of the mess she’s created?” “We’ve had this conversation before,” Karl replied. “She didn’t create any mess. The media did.” The King scoffed. “Surely you’re not this stupid.” “I called her to inform her she shouldn’t attend the grand memorial,” the King continued. “The people won’t be happy to see her.”

This place suffocates the hell out of me and if it wasn’t for the King, I would probably have gone and flown to the United State of America the moment I gotta see it from afar. “I know you wanted to get out of here now,” the King started and I laughed at him, “but please, accept my invitation for a Royal Dinner first before you head to the USA again.” “Sure,” I replied while laughing slightly, “because it is the invitation from the King, I will gladly accept it.” And as planned, the royal nannies have prepared the meal for us. The King and I were eating while he continued to tell me his amazing stories. But it was not until Princess Catalina came into the pict

"Eli! Wait up!" I turned to see Petra jogging toward me. She was one of the few people I’d met during orientation who didn't make me want to roll my eyes, and she was a theater major with bright purple streaks in her hair and a personality that was way too bubbly for nine in the morning. "Did you actually just do that?" she asked, catching her breath as she reached me. "Do what?" I asked, starting to walk toward the dining hall. "You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?"

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