The King Engine Novels & Stories

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...

"Ruel, please be mine," the king moaned as he tried to kiss me for the tenth time. I'm finding it harder and harder to stay away from you "He sighed. I was eating quickly because I wanted to finish dinner quickly so I could go back to my tent. I was done with that Drakkon king. I told him, "I have a price, and if you don't want to pay it, you can't have me." I crossed my hands on my chest and leaned back. At this point, the Drakkon king was so annoying that I wanted to hit him.

"That's going to get you killed." "Being an optimist is the only reason you’re still breathing," Julian retorted, pushing open the heavy oak doors to the King’s private chambers. The scene inside was pure nightmare. The King sat on a chair of twisted iron, his frame gaunt, his robes hanging off him like funeral shrouds. His eyes were wide, staring at a point in space that didn't exist for anyone else. Around him, the air shimmered with an oily, translucent film—the literal manifestation of the Black Spring’s influence.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

He made a mental note to himself to issue a statement that Kings would never offer their services in Dain as long as the company existed, he would go about it professionally, of course. He looked at the video again. Not only that, but he realised Amon was livestreaming it to him. It was a video call the video sent earlier was a link. “What about Kings tech.” Gemma asked again. “Everything is going so well…" “I don't need word send in your documents, I'll decide that.” “Kings Motors?” Gemma called..... “The car designs are out mam.” The representative said as she handed Gemma some blueprints. “Do it again, make sure you are in contact with the engineers, I hear the K2 is having problems, fix

He gaped at King's car like it was a spaceship from Mars. King's smile spread across his face, and I couldn't help but notice how much they looked alike. "Yes, it's mine," he replied, taking Julia's offered hand. "It's the latest model Bentley convertible." "Does that mean the roof comes off?" Julian asked, his eyes wide with wonder. "Yep, with just the press of a button," King replied, completely ignoring my existence. He seemed oddly mesmerized by the kids as if he had never encountered miniature humans before.

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.

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

And when Kael’s gaze flicked back to her, heavy and unyielding, she knew one truth would soon consume her. The king was relentless. And he desired her.