The King And I Novels & Stories

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

“Thank you. As I was saying, you got me pregnant and this is your son. I mean, look at him. Isn't he a fine young man?” I looked at her and looked at the kid. I wonder what she must have told him to get him to come here. I mean, she probably told him that his father was a King and that if he came, he would become the next King and they'd never have to go back to their miserable lives again. I didn't blame her. She looked like a golddigger. It was Adrian I blamed who didn't see anyone smart to sleep.with other than this thing. “Selena. I am the King and I am married. Happily married for over a decade. Not just that, I have children of my own. Four of them and

His choice. I forced my chin up. The crown at my temple felt heavier than usual. My heartbeat was a secret I tried to bury beneath the music. At the far end of the hall, upon the high dais, he sat. Kael. The King. Every inch of him looked carved in shadow and gold. He wore no crown tonight, only a simple black tunic trimmed in crimson, the fabric drawn tight across his chest. His gaze found mine before I had even reached the second pillar. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

One maid in particular couldn’t pick that up and kept on chapping her mouth away. “Mr King,” she began again just when he thought she had her fill of speaking. “Please,” he raised his head and looked at the maid. She squirmed under his gaze. So, she wasn’t as comfortable as she was trying to let on. He simply smiled instead of telling her to shut up. “Call me Kane, all of you. Mr King is a name reserved for my father, especially inside these walls.” The woman, Lisa as he recalled, visibly regained her confidence, looking all to happy to accept his request. “Kane,” she tested the name on her lips, making no effort to hide the blush that surfaced. “I have a small request to make of you.”

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

Ironically, we were the two people she hated most in the world, she seems to have forgotten that she wouldn’t be ruling next to the king if my mother hadn’t helped her seduce the king. The king had two wives, he married Queen Gladys after Queen Shekinah failed to bear children for him. King Zion and Queen Gladys had two children together, Prince Lincoln and Princess Samu. Samu was raised in the palace while Lincoln was sent abroad when he turned eighteen, and that was exactly ten years ago if I was not mistaken. “Well, you heard what the queen said, guys, let’s get to work!” I said, putting on my apron. Come noon, and the entire kingdom already knew about the news of the prince's expected re

Besides, we were both adults. What I knew about King: he wasn't a football player; he had been a swimmer in college. He was twenty-five years old, Filipino-American, biracial, with short dark brown hair, honey-brown eyes, and stood a good inch taller than me. "Give me the blueberry muffin," he requested from Willow, and she handed it to him before retaking her seat with caution. Seth slumped onto his beanbag. Unwrapping the muffin, King turned to me first. "Have you reconsidered my offer?"

He continued, "Maybe the King will stop this ridiculous competition when he finds out." "More likely he will make her compete to prove herself." I sneered knowing better than to get my hopes up. The King had his heart set on a competition to select the most viable mate. "I'm not going to have my mate fight for me, she's mine and I'm hers."