The Two Mr Kings Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Now sit, there is no more to talk about, this topic is closed." King Veer finds himself doing as she said. The next King to arrive is King Baabul, then King Sanjay and his son Khan, then finally the two Kings. They were seated as they acknowledged each other. "Before we start this meeting I will like to inform you all that my wedding and coronation date has been fixed." Prince Khan said. "We all know prince Khan." King Baabul said, trying not to let his anger show through his voice. "...."

Tapped it twice. "This is King."

“King and consort. Mate and mate.” The legions continued their march north the next morning, the weight of war slowly lifting from their shoulders. The capital awaited. And with it, a new chapter for the kingdom — and for the king and his mate.

The great doors swung open, and there he was. He was not the ragged fugitive who had fled the castle, nor the disguised pilgrim who had walked into the lion's den. He was Kaelen, King of Varek. He stood in the doorway, his black armor gleaming in the torchlight, his face grim and determined, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fire. He was not alone. Admiral Thorne stood beside him, a massive, formidable figure, his face a mask of grudging respect. And behind them, a phalanx of royal guards and Trident sailors, a combined force that was an army, a fleet, a nation, all embodied in the man who stood at their head. Their eyes met across the vast, empty hall. The bond, which had been a const

The twin kings. They had a self-possession, not in haste, not guarded, which said that already this palace was theirs. Both were tall, broad-shouldered, and had dark clothes that identified their rank without any superfluousness. Their eyes went around the room, keen and critical, and came to rest upon Darran. They both did not look at me initially. Darren came forward rapidly. "Kings Daniel and Marcus. Welcome." Daniel halted some few feet short of the throne. His voice was not warm and he spoke calmly. "You took a loan from us."

The King smirked as he proudly stood up from his golden throne. “Now, hear this, for I wouldn’t repeat it again. Tamara and I will fulfill the result of the competition soon. And when I say soon – that would be the soonest possible date. You must be prepared.” He seriously declared with his voice laced with mockery and pure threat. He gave all of them a warning look before he turned around and walked away from the room – leaving the Were Elders with their devastated and annoyed expressions. Arlan couldn’t stop himself from smirking as he followed the king – out of the room.

A king. His mate. And their sons.

an irritated councilor’s voice rang out in the hall. Andriel calmly surveyed each person, waiting for silence to settle over the room, ensuring all eyes were on him before he spoke. “You wanted an answer, and here it is,” he declared. “My predecessors had a queen, but I will be the exception. This time, there won’t be a queen—there will be two kings.” His eyes met Taylor’s, who, caught off guard, parted his lips in surprise. “This is outrageous! You’re going to break all tradition?” another councilor demanded, visibly furious.

Purity them replied causing both brothers to give each other looks. “So why are you interested in them?” Marcus then decided to ask her while sitting in the back sit. “Why should i not be? In America we don’t have a royal family so it’s sort of exciting to me that here in Netherlands they actually do that and have actual Kings, Queens and princes. I mostly see them on TV so wonder how they are like in real life.” Purity then replied both boys unaware of how they both sighed in relief when they realized she did not know the real truth.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.