The King And Me Novels & Stories

But Princess Diana wasn't told anything about anything going on in the room. The Amah Kingdom looked around and tried to have a deep look at the king. Suddenly he burst into tears. You are the king. " Ahhh! Ahhh. . .!! Yehhh! You are the king. I'm dead already." " Wow! That great. I am Kimg Abasiama Ekpeyong. The king of Abasia Kingdom. I hope you know me well now. Without my generosity and kind heart, I have decided to offer you an opportunity. If it is well utilized, trust me I won't kill you. All I want from you is your utmost cooperation. Just cooperate with me, then you will be fine. Failure to do some means you are ready to die. Killing you people is what gives me pleasure and joy whic

Never mind regretting it, he even said, “If she's slow at work again, I'll make her drive again. Not bad, I can have meetings and do extra work after hours.) “You're not possessed by something, are you, King? Or did you eat something wrong?” Priska asked in surprise. They were already in the dining room, but King was completely silent, only smiling vaguely. The box containing the strawberry pudding that King had brought had been cut into small pieces very carefully. “What's the matter, Mi?” King pouted. "Don't you want the pudding, Mommy? It's delicious." King took a big bite of the pudding. ”But just a little, Mi. You know, it's a limited series.”

Any woman for that matter. After a cool shower that helps my overall disposition, I step into the hallway wearing a T-shirt and jean shorts. The shorts will prove difficult if I shift, but I'll deal with it if needed. I walk barefoot through King's home following the smell of food. The kitchen opens to a large multi-purpose room and has an island with barstool seating between the two rooms. King opens the oven and pulls out two steaks that are definitely responsible for the delicious smell. "You cook?" I ask to cover my nervousness at being alone with him. Not that we haven't been alone before. This is different, though. There aren't guards outside the door or a few rooms away.

the only mistress who owns a king, she should be able to do so. Unfortunately, it's not so easy to do. She entered the adjoining room and there the king sat in a chair, reading a book. The book is about plantations of the land, taking steps to keep a land flourished. "You didn't announce your presence." The king said without taking his eyes away from the book. "I'm so sorry about that, my king." She drawled, coming up towards him, she rounded his back and caressed his cheek. King Lucien has never been the touchy-feely type. He pulled his cheek away from her seeking hand, even as he flipped the page of the book.

I follow him as an obedient slave should. I sit in the chair in front of the king. Not having it in me to hold the king’s gaze I look towards my hands on my lap. We hear a light knock on the door. “Enter”. The king says loudly. The door opens and different workers enter inside holding large trays filled with food. I am feeling awkward sitting in front of the king. I am a slave.

My fate isn't defined yet and the king's intentions still weren't clear enough to me. What could he want this time that he had to come to my chamber. Quickly, Meemaw rose from her seat, gathering her skirts. "Excuse me, Melina," she said, her voice laced with urgency. "I must attend to something elsewhere. Please, handle this encounter with caution. Do not be rude to the king and whatever he says, just say yes." I nodded in response, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Meemaw's abrupt exit left me feeling unnerved, but there was no time to dwell on it as the chamber door creaked open, revealing the formidable figure of King Alexandros.

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?

I felt like the happiest woman on Earth since I would be wife to a young, charming and powerful king despite the fact that he treats me so much like an outsider. There was nothing that connected us at all except the girl I bore for him. I could swear I almost died when Simone was brought to the palace from the kingdom of Muzana as requested by king Lee. In no time, she got pregnant and I think it's almost due now. That b**ch! "The king doesn't want to be disturbed" The guard stated coldly and I glared. "I've come all the way here to serve him his dinner...please let me see him" I pleaded desperately.

An Taotao glanced at it. Mr. King closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the bathtub. Perhaps because he drank too much, his breathing was heavy. His pale face also added a blush, which looked tempting. There was also a kind of unspeakable temptation. Unfortunately, An Taotao didn't appreciate it, and she just wanted to leave quickly. "Mr. King, the water is ready, I am leaving." She said. She pulled but still failed to break free from the shackles of Mr. King. What exactly does he want to do? "Help me take off ..." Mr. King opened his eyes slightly, like a lazy leopard at the moment.

“Got it.” “No fucking around, Cuddy,” King said, his voice rough enough to crush asphalt. “I know you’re not happy about being here, but don’t even think about taking out my people and bolting, ‘cause they will – happily and without hesitation – shoot you in the fucking knees.”