The King's Novelas e Histórias

the man stood at the door where the king disappeared to,he was lost of words but he quickly regain himself. he cleared his throat to gain the audience attention as he stood close to were the king was supposed to be seated " ladies, the king deeply apologize for not being able to stay awhile longer to watch all of your performance, he had to retire to bed as he was really stress out" he said with a sigh" but he assure you that there would be a next time and he will definitely wait to watch all your performance so please enjoy the night" he said and walk away also. Rosy scoff from her seat" that totally absurd am sure he didn't even care about our feelings" she said angrily.

One of them even stepped dangerously closer to the King, his sword gripped tightly, and the blade raised higher and higher. The King was startled, yet terrified, compelled to watch the sword inch closer. Suddenly, the men halted upon hearing cries of agony coming from outside—someone was interfering with their mission to end the life of the King. They quickly dispersed, leaving behind a single man in the chamber with the King. "You worthless rebel! You shall pay for your attempt on my life!!" screamed the King, his voice trembling, "because I am, I AM THE KING OF ALMARIO!" Determined to leave a lasting impression even in his last moments, he wanted the world to remember that he was the one t

King's face is so serious, like he's asking a real question. It shouldn't ruffle my feathers, but it does. Being around King is like standing in the path of a tsunami. He's the force of nature that causes all the destruction. It's in his eyes, the way he carries himself, and in his attitude. His name says it all-King.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

Kat grimaced against the rough action and closed her eyes to avoid looking directly at the King. She heard him thrum with pleasure, it sent a cold unsettling wave through her. “Ruben certainly knows how to pick them…” The King chuckled and Kat opened her eyes as she heard him move and saw he had stood up and was stepping over the bodies in front of him as the girls scrambled to get out of his way, making his way to her, his ornate heavy blue robes of office billowing open as he walked. Kat swallowed hard as the lush blue robes of the King and his bare feet came right up in front of her before she saw him sink down and crouch in front of her, his hand coming to her face and cup her cheek.

King standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the scene on the ground floor. His figure was slim at 5'9", and his thin black shirt also emphasized his good figure. He was very handsome, like a delicate painting if one ignored the evil spirit that filled him. At Taotao's fingers holding the food box were tense, and her back was stiff. Even though she didn't see Mr. King's expression, she can feel it, he's in a bad mood now, like he wants to kill people.

"Sophia! Sophia! Where are you?" Marvin Carson, the heir to Young's Enterprises yelled as he called out for a woman named Sophia while placing his office bag on the dinner table. "In the kitchen, honey!" Sophia's voice echoed from the adjacent room, followed by the sound of clanging utensils. Marvin made his way towards the kitchen, still in his office attire, a grey suit and red tie. He found Sophia, his wife, busy at the stove, stirring a pot of creamy soup.

Well he inherited old money but he still works his butt off to keep everything in check. "He has to go. The King's ball is happening two weeks from now and everything has to be in place"she sighs trying to get Lea to burp. "The King's ball? What is heck is that!"I asked surprised. "It is a royal ball, like a the gala we went to last year but this time, only business men and women along with their partners and heirs are attending. Also the nations from around the world who benefits from these businesses will be around"she says

“I cannot find Primus for you because Primus is dead.” “Impossible,” the King huffs, “I would know if he were dead. I would smell it if he no longer lives,” he shakes his head in disagreement. “He is alive. And so are his heirs. You need to find him, Segundus, and bring him home.” “My king,” I nudge him verbally, trying to see what he can remember. “Do you recall our last conversation, the one where I tried to urge you to take our troops and invade the Celestial Kingdom?”

It's like an oversized child being hugged. "I wish your suffering had been ended sooner... We don't fear you. We trust you with Karina. You completed the final shift. I remember that lesson in school. Only a being of pure heart who has experienced great suffering can become King... Welcome to the family, King Atticus," Dad says before he drops his arms and steps back.