The Lazy King Novels & Stories

This didn’t mean anything to the king. “Which kingdom is that, can we go there now?” he asked, “I hold no knowledge of that my king, it was not revealed to me.” Said the chief priest and cut the call. The king returned to his seat. “What did he say?” asked the queen. “That the gods are quiet and all they reveal is some poor kingdom with happy people.” Said the king. “Maybe that is where we will find help for the prince. Do you know this kingdom my king?” she asked and the king shook his head.

"I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." The arrogance is back. The smirk. The King persona sliding into place like armor. I want to slap it off his face. "Jealous?" I ask. The word hits him like a body check. His expression flickers—surprise, then anger, then something darker. "Jealous?" He laughs, but it's forced. "Of some guy named Marcus? Please." "Then stop asking about him." "I'm not—" "You've asked twice in five minutes."

- a merman who was on guard, says. - I'll talk to him. - the princess replies, with a mysterious look. She takes Ryan to the king's presence. He was a big man with white hair, who didn't let his age be guessed. He was marching from left to right and when he saw his daughter, he shifted and swam at full speed towards her. Ryan can't help but laugh when the king grabs his daughter by the ear and scolds her. - Melody, how many times have I told you not to intervene with human things? Do you want to put the pod at risk?

"I'd already won the first match and then lost three in a row..." My Master takes a deep breath and then pushes me away, and I go back to kneeling beside him. He probably thinks I got in his way. "Let's go one more..." My Master says. "And what do you want to bet?" The King says. "How about one more stone?" My Master. "I already have two. I don't need one more." King. "Some land near the border." My Master. "No, thanks, it's always a pain in the ass when we do that... After all, I govern differently from you." King. "But I like your little animal."

"One thousand, ninety-five days of playing housewife with a man who couldn't even distinguish a real pearl from a glass bead." "Grandfather," I began. Silas finally looked up. His eyes, sharp and judgmental, scanned me from my bruised ego down to my designer heels. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk. The sound echoed like a gunshot. "You fool!" he roared, standing up. "You are Franklin! We do not 'take breaks' to bake burnt toast for mediocrity. You left your throne vacant, and do you know what happens to a vacuum in business? Parasites fill it. While you were busy being 'naive,' other young heirs to decent families were snatching our clients."

“Your majesty?” Lance heard Patrick’s voice. “Shower,” He yelled from the bathroom. “I will wait here,” Patrick said and went silent, Lance came out a couple of minutes later to find his best friend and personal assistant laying on his bed. “You know, sometimes you act like you forget we are close and other times like this you seem to remember, I am happy you remember,” Lance said as he walked to his closet to get his clothes. “That’s because I am tired, I didn’t know being the king’s aid was this much job, I swear, sometimes I just want to run away,”

DISMISSED” I watch him roar out in frustration at the teenage wolves who scurry away quickly “TOMORROW YOU ALL WILL HAVE THE REGIME I PLANNED FOR YOU LAZY AS WEAK PUPS!” I heard loudly groan from the teenage which I know he could hear it too. Alexa and El shook their heads in disagreement for how they acted. “Since he meets you, the king has no time to train them, it makes them lazy” Alexa commented.

Kaz whispered to him again as I figured out that his name was F**ker as he called him that. "You are forgetting that I am your King first then your childhood friend." That grey eyed man said gritting his teeth still standing closer to me. "Well the King and the childhood friend I know keep himself away from woman and never inquires them personally. It's Conner's duty." Kaz replied him back with the same intensity of words as that grey eyed man glared at him growling a little. They were acting like as if I wasn't present in the room. "I am the King of Dark Spades. I can do whatever I want. If you want to inquire her then do that or otherwise go train the army general." He smirked as Kaz smirk

"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!

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."