The Kingmaker Book Novels & Stories

That whore! After Embry was crowned king, it was time for his ministers to swear to do their jobs. First, the royal advisor swore his allegiance. Then, a couple of new ministers did the same. Finally, it was time for Athena to take that job, which she had no idea how to do.

I did not have time to ask him as he immediately left after seeing that I had been sent out of the room. While all this was happening all Ariel could think about was how to convince the kingmakers that he was the right one to be made king, the late king did not state an heir. In the situation where the late king failed to state an heir before it means demise it meant that the kingmakers would have the decision to screen any available candidate and then make him the king. It seems that only Ariel was interested in this position as he was the only one who started paying visits to all the warlords, governors, and mayors, these persons make up the kingmakers committee.

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

It’s better than safety. It’s control. He is the King of the city. But I am the Kingmaker. And he doesn't even know it.

"Not only does he bring in a lot of profits for our company, but he also drives a lot of his followers to be fanatical about all our books. Plus... despite his fussiness, once he releases a book, then done! The manuscript is on me, he won't fuss anymore, I don't have to proofread much, and just a few small touches... the cover, the layout, he doesn't fuss at all. He's just fussy and complicated during the process of making the book." "Hem... such a complicated man. Then he's that old and lives alone. Has he never been married?" I guess he's more than fifty years old? Then where did his wife and family go? His children? Or maybe his sister? "He was. This may sound crazy... and this is also wh

"To wait for the fall. You should too." Meanwhile, in a snowy valley estate just outside Geneva, Switzerland, a man stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private lake with frozen edges that shimmered beneath the moonlight. His name was Darius Voltaire. He was silent. Tall. Regal. And dangerous in ways that defied explanation. He was one of the country’s kingmakers. Quiet but omnipresent. With a single phone call, empires rose or crumbled. His aide, a younger man in a sharp suit, entered with a file.

Vragenn instantly found himself next to the girl. “You…” the king muttered through his teeth. - Do you even understand what you’re doing? - Certainly! - Ira grinned. The enemy was angry, which means he was sloppy. “I want to make fun of you well before I kill you...” The chosen one attacked the king with hatred.

The death of her father and the betrayal of her brother was too much to handle for her. ‘ We have to find him’, Argus said with a mark of determination. ‘ Then we will ask why he did that.’ Selene nodded. People all around her were sobbing silently. The whole village outside had stood transfixed. No voices could be heard. No laughter of children. No chattering of ladies. The news has already spread. The sudden demise of their king has made everyone bewildered and traumatized. Karmen was a benevolent ruler who provided a good secured life to his tribe. He fought battles, looted rich nobles, and donated everything for the welfare of his people. Now his death brought confusion in their minds re

I can't believe he's doing this," I whisper. "So my father told me that if I didn't step down as King, he'd have to take drastic measure to prove the kind of evil man he is in order to protect himself, so for my sake and the sake of my loved one, I will be stepping down as your king and handing over the crown to my younger brother Christopher." I turn and look at Archie, "Take him to me now." I get up from the couch, grab my purse and make a run for the door with Archie right behind me, we jump into the car and speed to the parliament.

Chapter 3: The Breaking of Quiet The rider did not see the King. The message, sealed with wax the color of dried blood and stamped with the rearing stallion of the Eastern Courier, was intercepted by Gerald and delivered directly to Makil in his father’s stead. The King was “indisposed” with a megrim, a convenient fiction for the headaches of state that Alistair increasingly delegated to his son. Makil broke the seal in the stark silence of the war room, a place of maps and models that smelled of pine resin and anxiety. The parchment was coarse, the script hurried.