The King And I Novels & Stories

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.”

Alden looked at him and then at his mother. Katherine found Alden's confusing and questioning eyes on her. She smiled and said, "Baby ! Meet him. His name is King. King aka WachiRawit Suwanmethanon, A Thai Businessman who shifted to the US at the age of 10, my friend but we lost our contacts when King went to pursue higher studies and got business in making his career and I suddenly got married to Daniel Cruz. But Now, he is here and we met once again in the countryside. He helped and supported me a lot".

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?"

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

He told me about my hunt for this woman, and for so long, it has been lost on me who she could be. “Who is she?” I ask slowly, already feeling like my world is collapsing with just the look on Grey's face. “She’s the King’s mother," he breathes.

It was a long night for Williams as he kept the thought of Valerie alive , he wished he had summoned up the courage to talk to her even with her frowning face , and all he could think of was Valerie till he fell asleep. "My Golden treasure!” She falls on the floor wrangling and tearing her diamond-stones robe, Good to know you are Safe , Come to me you precious one, then She placed Her head on his laps "My love, " the King called out to his beautiful wife,, as they both giggled at each other uncontrollably. "You are the best thing that has happened to me, you are a priceless jewel, and I'll forever be grateful for that, "the queen smiled as she caressed her husband the king,she kissed him

Said Carmen,looking surprised. "Where have you been?" "I went to see my father. The house has been lonely." King Stephen stood up from the bed, he began to walk around Carmen, slowly. Carmen was trembling. "What is wrong my King?" She asked. "Nothing. I just miss you." The King suddenly, grabbed Carmen from behind kissed her neck, while both of his hands were on her breasts. "You did miss me didn't you?" Carmen asked, exhaling softly "Badly." The King moved his right hand down until he could fill Carmen's vagina. He rubbed it slowly, then increased the pace till she became wet. Carmen kept her eyes closed, breathing heavily with each rubbing motion.