The King's Game Novels & Stories

Now, all I have to do is wait for the right moment to strike. He wants to play a game? He wants to control my life? He wants to watch me fall? Fine. Let him watch. Let him watch all he wants. But he had better be careful. Because once the game is over, once the pieces are all on the board, he is going to find out that the king he thought he was playing with is actually the queen, and she has been waiting for the perfect moment to take him down.

“We get the gist. Don’t ruin future garden walks for our girl, Cassia.” I wouldn’t look at that garden the same way ever again. “The point is, maybe the king doesn’t want a one-night thing with you,” Groth said between laughs. “And yet he has abandoned me.” I wanted to hurl the disgusting porridge and the plate at Karl’s head. “Girl, it’s only been this morning since you guys had your… fight. He’s the king; he’s busy by default,” Sienna said, grabbing my bowl—clearly anticipating my next move, and began gulping it down.

"Hahaha, my boy, you haven't changed a bit—always in a rush. I haven't even laid out my whole plan..." Liam's eyes stayed glued to the chessboard, his expression serious as he watched the game unfold. "Your Majesty, we soldiers live to serve our country. We're not schooled in the art of politics. If you have a strategy, please lay it out for us. We're ready to follow your lead." The king's hand, poised with a black piece, hesitated—whether from Liam's words or the unfolding game, it was hard to tell. He spoke, "Given the current state of affairs, this move is quite the gamble, and I must say, quite unexpected!

"Perfect, darling. Just business." But as she disappears into the bedroom, I'm already planning my next move. Because if Richard wants to play games with what's mine, I will show him exactly what happens to men who overestimate their position. The king is about to fall. And I'm the one holding the board.

"The most powerful piece on the board is a woman," he snorts with derision. "Technically, my lord," I interject. "The King is the dominant piece because the game is lost when he dies." "True enough, Page. And checkmate," Bryce states when he knocks over my King. Dammit! I begin to hand over his lost pieces, our fingers brushing, and a current shoots through my arm, causing me to pause. My heart speeds up, and desire sweeps through me, but I force myself

He looks around the room like he’s admiring architecture. “My King,” Rowan says brightly. “How gratifying. You finally joined the game.” The King steps forward until they’re nearly face to face. “This isn’t a game,” the King says, voice low. “It’s an execution that hasn’t happened yet.” Rowan’s smile widens. “That depends who survives the night.” The King doesn’t react. He just turns to the table, where Nate is already writing with swift, controlled strokes. Nate presses Rowan’s K seal into wax with a firm hand.

I asked. The King nodded. "Yeah, good luck with that." He muttered to himself but it was loud enough that I could hear it. I pointed a finger at him. "I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that." He raised both hands as if in surrender. "Anyway, the princes are playing a game of catch to see who goes first. Guess who's the prey?" I exclaimed. "You?" The King gasped dramatically. "And is that the reason why you're running? Wouldn't it be better if you just let them catch you and get it over with?" He looked at me with pity but I could still see the hint of a grin.

Just as I started drifting off in the King’s arms, my phone, hidden in the drawer beside the bed, vibrated once with a single message from an unknown number. Unknown: The King is not who you think he is. The real power lies beneath the throne. Look for the black rose tomorrow. I deleted the message quickly, my heart pounding. The royal game had secrets darker than I imagined. And someone was trying to pull me into them.

Hailey had already thought it through, but she pretended to ponder for a while before saying, "Noah, I've seen you and your friends play a card game before, where drawing a king has a consequence and drawing other cards has different effects. I think that one is quite good." Noah had no idea he would be pushed into the spotlight again and happily replied, "Hailey, you mean the game of kings, right? Each person draws a card, and the one who gets the king can assign a punishment to the person with the lowest score." "But we can limit the punishment and make it a performance instead, which would be more elegant," Hailey subtly glanced towards the male guests, seeing this as an opportunity to sh

Hallerusia, Royal Palace, North Plaza, King Chamber. “Arrgghhhh!!!….My hand!!!…..You..you…You Peasant!…..”. (King Robert) At this moment, the famous greedy and Crazy King of Hallerus Kingdom, were left limbless on his own bed. There was another person in the room, and that person is Alfred, who has come for his life, but rather than taking it immediately, Alfred didn’t. Instead he was playing his game, a death game that does not care for it’s participant well being.