The King's Game Novels & Stories

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

he said lazily, “This is the most volatile spot and I have to protect you guys. If Dean somehow finds his way back here, what do you think will happen. Haven’t you learnt that in a game of chess, the king stays to protect his queen?” ‎Liam blinked ‎Selene nearly choked on her drink. ‎“King? What queen?” Liam asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t understand the analogy nor what it meant, considering he never played chess nor understood the rules. ‎Kyle grabbed another piece of bread casually. “Yes. King and a queen. Haven't you been thought this in school?” ‎Liam frowned harder while Selene let out an unwilling laugh despite herself, the sound escaping before she could stop it. She quickly cov

He had changed into a white linen shirt and breech but he added a midnight blue coat over it and secured it with a silver brooch. The gold light in the room added a sparkle to his blue eyes and a halo around making him look like some sort of god. She blushed and looked away when she saw his smirk. The musicians began playing when the King rose his wine goblet and the whole scene transformed into a scene right out of the fairy tales she had enjoyed as a little girl. Lords and Knights alike approached Ladies for dances while the less dignified guests observed, and if they were lucky, a noble admirer might ask for a dance.

She felt even more assured that placing Miranda in the palace had been the right move. “The King is always particular about his opponents. Aside from young Reginald, he rarely plays. Miranda, you must be truly honored.” “Thank you, Your Majesty.” “You may choose your pieces first,” the King said, a smile playing at his lips. “But I must warn you—I have a feeling whoever plays black today is fated to lose. Care to try white?” Sensing the double meaning, Miranda thought for a moment. “I’ll take black.” The King didn’t object. With a faint smile, they took their pieces and began.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

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.

He continued, "Maybe the King will stop this ridiculous competition when he finds out." "More likely he will make her compete to prove herself." I sneered knowing better than to get my hopes up. The King had his heart set on a competition to select the most viable mate. "I'm not going to have my mate fight for me, she's mine and I'm hers."

‘ why don’t you satisfy my friends, my love? Cassandra looked at him in pure hatred. She was stalling every second, desperately trying to rack her brain to find an escape plan, but panic and shock had stupefied her brain. ‘ who are these people? Why are the guards calling you king?’, she asked, moving a step back. Karseus came very close to her. She could smell his foul breath and her body shivered. It made her dizzy and nauseated. ‘ They are the members of the League. I have provoked them to wage war upon that young blond curls whom everyone calls king. They have already accepted me as their leader and they will provide their arms and soldiers to accomplish my mission. Everyone wants to th

I had to use the language he understood. Does he like games? Fine. We’ll play a game. He thinks he’s the king on the board? He thinks he’s the one who moves the pieces? He forgot that I’m the one who built the board. And I’m the one who knows how to break it. I typed out a single line. No greeting. No explanation. Just the absolute truth of what this war was about. You killed my Queen. I destroy your King. I hit send. The window vanished instantly. The connection was severed. I sat back in the dark office, the only light coming from the news reports still flickering on the monitors. The Judge was the King’s most powerful piece, and I’d just knocked him off the table.

Belle looked at Maddie, who in turn was looking at her with confusion. Lord Thomas walked over to The King and knelt in front of him. Holding up a little ting box. Taking the box from Thomas hand, the King looked right at Jezzebelle. His fingers were rubbing the small box over and over his nerves were really unsettled. "Jezzebelle could you come to me." He wanted to add please but to him that would sound like he was begging and he never begs. Whispers filled the hall even more. Belle felt like her legs were jelly. She managed to move to the front of everyone and stood in front of the King. Belle curtsied very deeply.