The King Of Salt Novels & Stories

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.

King Salinger would not give up. For a good hour he made demands that Robert could not agree to. Finally King Salinger had had enough. He was not a man with patience and he wanted to feel Victoria’s body pressing up against his naked skin again. Let me show you something my dear boy. King Salinger wanted to prove to Robert that anyone could be bought if the price was right. You didn’t need a big house or a lot of money to be powerful, you just needed to power appointed to you by the people. The people are the only ones who mattered and the people would agree with almost anything you wanted.

Anna chuckled and shook her head in agreement. The announcer cleared his throat and announced their arrival. " I give you House D'aramitz." Taking a deep breath, Belle and Anna walked through the door and headed to the throne to pay their respects. Jezzebelles breath caught in her throat. The King was not in his usual attire. Which was usually a black laced up cotton shirt. He was still wearing his usual breaches and riding boots but the shirt caught her attention big time. He was donning a beautiful Navy blue shirt that off set his eye's making them look dark and mysterious holding a beautiful blue fire to them. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows like he was over heated. He looked lik

Hotham asked and looked around. "What do you mean? You didn't see them?" "Who are they, Empaler Aegaeus?" "No, no." And he turned away. "Empaler, here we are," said Filia Matsya. "All right." And they followed into the kingdom hall. "Basileus Kousuke, Empaler Aegaeus is here," said the famulus. "I am coming," replied the king. When Basileus Kousuke came out and saw Empaler Aegaeus was stunned and stared. "Prince Cacao..." he said here.

Chapter 23 - Enough Garren The job of a King was to ensure that his people felt self and protected all while keeping order. It was a gruelling task, one I wouldn't wish upon my greatest enemy. The hours were long, and the days were tiresome. I didn't want to be back here sitting on my throne in front of my people so soon. Not when I had planned to have one more day of solitude with Penelope. But all of that was shattered the moment Zeke stepped through the portal and destroyed any shred of hope I had at having one last night lost in the possibility of what life with Penelope could be like.

Sarah said, and displayed her sets of teeth. “Saviors, you haven’t told us your encounters on the way to the half moon,” king Rehoboth said with curiosity. “We are sorry, my king; we were carried away in your story,” Alfred said. “Alright; what are some of the things you encountered?” king Rehoboth said as he gazed at Alfred’s face.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

We owned the few best bars around the village in Euphoris. One night, some men came to the bar and they looked rich. They offered a bet that whomever killed the king would have a big box filled with gold. I thought I was doing a good thing and I spoke out. They said we would loose everything if i don't get him in two months. Yeah...we've lost everything. I won't give up yet. I'll get the King. And I will use his weakness. His weakness is not human... No. His weakness is what he has been battling with for years now.

“The male who you were travelling with? I'm sorry, Megan, he was already gone when we arrived. I wish there were more we could do, was he your mate?” Shaking my head, I say. “No, I don't have a mate; he was a cadet from the space program. ”His eyes light up at my answer as I whisper. “Thank you for saving me. What's your name?” I ask? He smiles at me as he answers, "I'm King Halturian of planet Altundral." My mouth drops in shock. “You're a king?” I ask. “Yes, Megan. I'm a king.” He laughs at the shocked look on my face.