The King Loves Novels & Stories

"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.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

"You do not have to try that hard, I doubt Sin would even stare in my direction twice." My words throw the young girls into shock. The one who previously had her hands in my hair, pulls away. She stares at me with an expression that resembles that of a dying fish. I don't need to turn around to assess their expressions, the mirror in front of me reflects their dissatisfied expression. Even at the absence of the mirror, I could also assess their reactions, because the room has gotten quieter, and colder. "The King loves you. He's your husband, of course he—"

I asked God to have mercy on me, even though this may be his doing. “I hope you enjoyed your last night as a bachelor, Prince Christopher.” Commented Frankie, his best friend patting him on the back. “I just hope it’s worth it” “Sure you will, though you’ll have to put up with your father-in-law, King Roberts is a real serial killer.” “Don’t mention it to me, your comment is not encouraging at all, Frankie” “Excuse me, Your Majesty! The king requests it at the entrance.” “They’ve arrived! I’ll accompany you.” Frankie said.

I can’t believe I’m feeling this way, but I truly love Richie. It’s overwhelming to realize just how much I care for him. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner; it’s painful to acknowledge that I’ve been neglecting my feelings for him all this time. Richie is the man I love more than anyone else, and he has shown me nothing but unconditional love, while I’ve responded with nothing but bitterness and resentment.

"I'm talking about the 'you' from the past. You enjoyed going outside, and you adore watching scenery." "I do love sceneries... how did you know that?" Scheriziel asked in return. "It's because I'm your husband." The lady almost fainted in surprise. She hadn't prepared for another crazy thing the king would spout. Before she could argue, the king had opened the window and pointed at the sky. Then he said, "You love watching the movement of the clouds." Scheriziel unconsciously uttered, "Is he a stalker?"

It's going great. Everyone is excited and Thursday is the day to vote for Homecoming King & Queen. I'm saying that a lot to everyone I see. Not mention my name. I wouldn't do that. Besides I really want McKenzie Gordon to win. "Get out of the car. You're staring plainly to the void." King shakes me. "Yeah. Sorry. Let's go." I kiss him out of the blue "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..." "It's okay." He grins and get out of the vehicle.

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

His eyes locked on mine. "I love you, Imelda Bloodstone. I would burn the world down to have you by my side. I will love you until the last heartbeats on this earth and then after." My heart swelled as I leaned down and kissed him. Tonight I would make love to this man until we could no longer breathe. I would have him inside me again and again, and I would relish in all the pleasure. Because he was my king, and I was wholeheartedly his queen.

“I guess you are enjoying the party, your highness.” King Chen turned and saw the face of the woman he loved. “You came! I thought you want to stay in the castle with your mother.” He said and then he kissed her right cheek. “I was. But I realized that it’s a lovely night to celebrate with the man I loved.” She put her face close to the king’s face. “I love you so much, Chen.” King Chen immediately kisses her without saying anything. For him, it is enough to show his love in action rather than saying it.