The King Of Salt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Arthur whispered, the name sounding like a death rattle. Ivy felt the blood drain from her limbs. She knew that name. Everyone did. Dante Moretti was the 'Kingmaker.' He was a man who didn't just own companies; he owned the people who ran them. He was rumored to have a heart made of cold flint and a soul that had been sold long ago. He was the most dangerous man in the city, and he was walking directly toward them.

I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

“What the hell is all these for?” Soph asked when they were finally done; looking from Riley to Jose. A luggage, plenty of various snacks, bottled water, and juice, she was sure the luggage contained clothes and the most surprising of all was the TV, as if the king had her thoughts earlier. She was sure everything was from the king. Who else would have so many things sent to her? “The king asked for these to be delivered to you,” I know these are from the king, my question is why? What are these for?”

Harson couldn' t help but ask as he prepared to turn around and leave, "According to the rules of the royal family, the soldier only works for the king and queen. I' m really curious, do you plan to marry Cynthia as the queen? " King Louis said after 5 seconds of silence, "Dock your salary for half a month. " "Why!!! " "Because I caught you slacking off and eating chips and playing with your phone during work hours. " "Is our friendship not enough for me to eat chips and play with my phone at work? " "Our friendship only allows you to eat chips and play with your phone at work without getting fired. " Harson leaves devastated then calls Cynthia. "The king agreed. But I' ve been docked half m

Margaret added “You both are the one who poisoned king Sargon” I quickly replied pointing my index finger at Judith and Margaret “Are you crazy, why would we poison our own King” Margaret questioned me with frown face “Is that so..” I said with cold face “My king, could you tell us what was there in small palm sized white colored cloth bag that you was having with you?” I turned my attention towards king Sargon and questioned him; he looked at me with confused face “Small, bag? it was just a simple bag of salted nuts for my journey” king replied to me “Margaret used to prepare it for me during every long journey” he added and I turned and raised my eyebrow at Margaret and Judith, who both lo

Sal gets in a few hits of his own, his knuckles cracking against my cheek, but I barely feel it through the adrenaline surging in my veins. “Caleb, stop!” Queenie’s voice breaks through the haze, sharp and panicked. I shove Sal back, sending him sprawling into a stack of chairs, and step away, my chest heaving as I try to regain control. King is on his feet now, his hands clenched into fists, but he doesn’t move toward us. His glare is locked on Sal, his expression darker than I’ve ever seen. “Get the fuck out of 'ere, Sal,” King growls, his voice low and menacing. “Now.”

Richard could not stop looking at those green eyes, so much so that he sees his own reflection within the boundless void of a forest. Salavanta jerks her head free from that weak grasp he has upon her chin. Fire is within those jade color eyes and her gaze lurks upon him. “Don’t touch me!” She demands. The king wraps his hands along his palms rubbing them together. That vile tone of his lurks once more. “My father was killed by the crew on the Translucent Sun after outlawing piracy. I was annotated king of Kales shortly after. My first order of business was to sink that piece of the shit ship and everyone on board.” The man pulls his hands to his side and looks over at her. Another sinister

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

Now there was only this — cold, steady breathing and eyes that watched everything. He killed it. My baby. Jax’s kid. One needle and it was gone like it never mattered. I won’t cry for something I never got to hold. Crying is noise. Noise gets you killed. I’ll be quiet. I’ll be useful. And when the time comes, I’ll be the last thing he ever sees. The door opened. King stepped in, carrying a plate of food himself this time — grilled chicken, rice, some vegetables. He closed the door behind him with his foot and set the plate on the small table.