The King Loves Novels & Stories

Your white eyebrows bear witness to the years that have passed over us. Can it be our love lasting? Aged eyes look at the horizon focusing their hopes on the Bright white flowers. Their love froze turning in hard frost, scattered by the wind An eternal love is what he wants, and the white flowers Granted Ezra finished singing and opened his eyes waiting to see the king's reaction. The man was smiling slightly, so Ezra thought he had done it wrong. "Did I do it wrong?" "What?" No. That was wonderful. You sing beautiful. Whose song, is it?

He who is known as the perfect and cruellest king was kept in dark and betrayed by his people. Victoria broke the silence and said" Don't be afraid No one is greater than god. He who rules the world will do justice to all his people. To give justice he had chosen a man from many men to rule a small part of the earth according to his will. Like this God has chosen king Alexander Knight the king of country K to give justice according to his will to you and all your people". Alexander looks at Victoria. She is sometimes childish and acts recklessly but she has everything a Queen and a wife should have. She is like a mother to country A people and a caring wife who cares about him. Day by day he

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

“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.”

It's a speech we've all heard before, but we still look at the King as if we're all just hearing it for the first time. "In the Matching, there is no status. We are all equal in the eyes of love. And yes, I do say love, because while some believe it's only science and zeroes and ones, I believe that it's destiny's way of leading us to the love of our life," he said as he continues his speech, and he looks at Queen Eleanor, and in that moment, I saw his facade melt away. He looked at the Queen with such a loving expression, and the cold, indifferent King is just a simple man who loves his wife. It's the only time I have seen him look so genuine, and it's when he is talking about the Queen.

"Yes, Cleo. I believe running away is our only hope. I do not wish to meet my untimely demise in the clutches of this kingdom. Just like you said, I am surrounded by enemies who want me dead real bad, I can't stay here any longer. We just have to take that risk." Cleo clasped her hands and leaned closer, her eyes filled with compassion. "But my dear, perhaps the king's actions were driven by a need to protect you. Love can manifest in ways unknown to us. Perhaps he only denied his feelings to safeguard your well-being. The king's love for you can't be a pretense, that's one thing I need you to accept. The king cares about you and he loves you. Maybe he never said it to you, but whatever make

she said as king scratched his head nervously. "What nonsense are you spitting, king is not in love with Ariana, right brother?" Pete asked. King faced me sadly, I held back my tears fearing the rejection that I saw in his eyes. "Ariana, I'm sorry but she's right, I really truly love you" he said as I ran in his arms and sobbed. "I love you too" I answered honestly. "Whats going on here!" Pete yelled. "Pete don't you think its high time you find a stable relationship?, I and king both know you have more than one kid with different women, you are actually a wolf in sheep clothing" she said as I pulled back in shock and looked at him.

Between us, stretched on cold sheets, rests the man who once ruled everything, now counting time by uneven pulses. Time drags slow. Fire crackles, a rasping hum lives in the King’s throat, while Lysander exhales quiet, lost in sleep. One final time, the King opens his eyes. Clear they are, sharp with understanding. Not toward Noah does he turn, instead fixes his gaze on me. “He loves you,” the King says, the words suddenly strong, lucid. “It is written… in every line of him. It is his strength… and his greatest vulnerability. Guard it.”

The yellow light instantly vanished from King Richard Orlando’s bedroom. “Where can I find a virgin girl, who’s still fresh and pure, and the most important, who loves and adores me purely and sincerely? Where on earth can I find that girl?” muttered King Richard Orlando Lie within his frustration. “Sorry… Sorry, King… You’ve never fallen in love, have you?” asked the adviser cautiously. He was afraid of making the king upset just because of his question. “Love? Love? What’s love? Since I was a kid, my father and mother always taught and taught me how to conquer the other lands and the other countries. What’s love?” King Richard Orlando Lie was seen frowning his forehead deeply.

"And I don't need answers right now." Emotion burned behind her eyes. "I know." A faint smile appeared. "But there is one thing I'd like." She swallowed. "What?" The king stepped closer. Not enough to crowd her. Only enough to be heard above the wind. Then he offered the simplest request imaginable. "Stay." Just one word. No demands. No conditions. No pressure. Stay. The same thing he had asked beneath the willow tree months ago. Only this time, everything was different. This time she wasn't running.