The Two Mr Kings Novels & Stories

exist in this world. Tonight is going to be a very, very long night, where are the legs not? Because all the kings in this world are gathered in one field right to the side of the hall of Mr. Robert's kingdom. I had very high hopes at that time because after all there was no other hope apart from them and I was sure that they would help me. Although sometimes I wonder if they want to and are they sure that I am able to lead all the existing troops, even to lead all of them who in fact are the Alpha kings in this world? I was silent again for a moment until finally Mr Robert patted my shoulder then on my right side there was King Jackob who was smiling and then sat next to me very relaxed.

The Chiefs in the position to handle the coronation had already decided on what to do. While every other person in Omaha put on a sad face that morning as they dreaded their nightmare coming to reality, only two people were happy in the whole kingdom. They were Rico and Rogers. They happily anticipated this day as nothing feels more important to them than being in power. Rico would rule as king while Rogers, his only friend would be there to assist him as the second man in authority.

he said without looking up, calm but firm. I nodded, murmuring a polite apology. He gestured to his sons, and the introductions began. “Ms. Valerie,” said King, courteously. “I am King. Welcome.” His tone was polite but distant. The second son gave a small nod. “I’m Keith,” he said, indifferent yet cautious. The third observed silently for a moment. “I’m Kyle,” he added after a pause. Mr. Klaus raised a hand. “You already met Kobe and Kyson yesterday. Please, sit and eat.”

"Well, your successor won't leave that throne alone anymore." I said while averting my gaze to see Damien, artfully trying to take a hint of what is going between them. But my body suddenly felt tense when I didn't see him anywhere as Mr. King spoke again. "Thrones are not for lovesick boys." That short answer left my efforts in vain but I confirmed that the relationship between them is obviously not healthy. "It is not really nice of you to underestimate your grandson Mr. King." "It is not really nice of you to exaggerate the murder of your father and brother Miss Aslanov."

"Two heads are better than one after all." "Then let's do this." too had changed into Jeans and a t-shirt, not wanting to wear one of my expensive suits down there. We made our way down to the main entrance hall where the King stood with Carlton, Reuben, Magnus, Oscarr, and Bryson. The two Gammas were there just in case Kari needed them. "Let's get this over with then shall we." The King said as we came down the stairs. "How do you want to do this?

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

I was looking forward to tomorrow when my Kings and I are disappearing away for a few days, just the five of us. My Kings and I got ready in our suite, whilst listening to the Bishop who was conducting the ceremony giving final information about what would happen. He also picked up the crowns each of my Kings had that I’d purposefully not told them about because I knew they’d hate it, and the ridiculously over the top one that I had.

Mrs Kings said with the coldest from of formality. "Can this be the young man who get so many letters?" Mr Kings teased. 'We are pleased to meet you, my boy.' He was just a little bit shorter than his wife and was casually dressed in grey flannel trousers and a white shirt. He looked about fifty-five and had a pleasant personality. He was not pot-bellied like most Nigerian rich men, but he was growing bald. He seemed genuinely pleased to meet Ross, and started filling his pipe as he greeted him. He could see that his wife was not pleased with Joanne's choice of a boyfriend. He recognized that chilly smile and the tone of her choice for How do you do.' Joanne would normally have recognised it

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

He stopped against the wall and turned me, so I stood in front of him, my back touching his chest. A moment later, the announcer greeted the King and Prince, and they both entered the ballroom and stopped at the podium. Morfran Tenebris didn't look much older than his son. If it hadn't been for the golden crown on top of the mass of blond curls of his hair, I would have thought that he was Metis's slightly older brother. Unlike the Prince's, Morfran's eyes were much colder, resembling nearly translucent blocks of light-blue ice. The King wore a black tuxedo, a blood-red shirt, and a black tie. Metis wore similar clothing but with a navy blue shirt. The King silenced the crowd with a gesture