The King And Me Novels & Stories

the king asked the trembling maid, ...m m ..mm ..my king pleas spare my life ...my king please the maid kneels infront of him ..please my king ." talk ..he spat on her" she ..she went on a run years ago and she ..she asked me to keep my silence and not say anything or she will kill me .." I swear my king I did nothing, she told me she's only going for meditation." I tried stopping her but she even injured me and threatened my family , " please spare me my king , she tells him begging and weeping .

"I'm the King. Exceptions can be made for me. The people will understand that better than when you suddenly blossom overnight as a widow. You are unmarried and pregnant. Have you forgotten? I have given you time to mourn your husband. Your mourning is over. I cannot delay bringing you into my house." One month to mourn my childhood sweetheart hardly seems sufficient. I open my mouth, ready to spew more protests but I clamp it shut when I hear the double doors to the King's chambers creek open. We both divert our attention to the grey-haired man, with deep-set wrinkles in his cheeks, limping towards us. "Nathan," The King says addressing him. The elderly man captures my eyes as he walks past

"I was just about to come looking for the four of you." Emma sighed in relief. "My apologies, Mother. It took a bit longer than expected," Theo calmly apologised," Where is Father?" Emma simply released a sigh before shaking her head with a smile,"A king will always be a king, Sweetheart. He's mingling with other royals and acquaintances. You know he can never sit without doing anything." Theo hummed and nodded in agreement before leaning down to press a kiss onto my cheek. "I better go amuse our guests." He sighed, clearly not pleased with the idea even as he gracefully dragged his body towards a group across the room."

"Sophia! Sophia! Where are you?" Marvin Carson, the heir to Young's Enterprises yelled as he called out for a woman named Sophia while placing his office bag on the dinner table. "In the kitchen, honey!" Sophia's voice echoed from the adjacent room, followed by the sound of clanging utensils. Marvin made his way towards the kitchen, still in his office attire, a grey suit and red tie. He found Sophia, his wife, busy at the stove, stirring a pot of creamy soup.

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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

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.

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

Someday, I'll learn something helpful from the darn journals. King looks up, confusion in his poor Warrior eyes. He doesn't take change well. "Meditation?" he asks solemnly. I give him back his own complicated expression. "Hmm." I finish the eggs and pop the last piece of bacon into my mouth. "We have a lot to do, but I want to see Nokita's little submarine first." King simply shakes his head in defeat. He'll see what mediation will do for us once he allows different thinking to replace his natural stubbornness.

Today, it had been when he had been showing his buddy, and New co-worker, Nick the security routes. He had worked for Mr. King six years now. More than he had been married to Mrs. King. As security detail he was privy to seeing things others did not about the so called “Perfect Couple”. He got to witness Mr. King’s outright cruelty and sexist subjugation he put his beautiful southern bride through. He recalled the first time he had to pull his employer off of her. He had just started working for Mr.King.