The Two Mr Kings Novels & Stories

He winked at him and he knew that King Marco was going to do something later. Deserts have been served and, normally, they would start an important conversation with each other. "Since everyone was full and I know that all of you wonder why I called you here, I would like to announce that Calvin and James are going to assume their fathers' positions" he said, and some of the royal advisors looked at each other. "Don't you think it was too early for them? I mean, the prince had not assumed your title yet, his highness." Monroe, a royal financial advisor asked,

But see what I meant by people cutting me off? I turned to see Mr Kings, and with the look on his face, one could tell that he was angry. Well, he has been like that all day, I guess, because this morning at the conference room he wasn't looking happy, I'm surprised those ladies gawking at him didn't notice his mood. I don't blame them though... Cause he is sure as hell one good look- Shut up! "Nothing, sir," I replied. I noticed Jake studying Mr Kings, I looked at Mr Kings who was looking at me. A blush crept to my face.

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

The captain soldier added. Their father nodded its head in recognition. Together, they marched inside of the sacred place. The Mavis people greeted them as they passes them one by one. They stopped near the front where a wide platform settled, where the kings are. "King Braumer" the six kings uttered in respect and recognition. Her father did thesame also. She saw her two brothers conversed with the other princes too. Twenty minutes passed, the soldier outside the premises of the sacred place was about to sealed the gates but somebody stopped it. It entered the two men. One is familiar to her and one is not.

He said as a joke as Dan forced his smile down and toughened his face up saying, “My prince, the kings are here. They are all waiting for you in the royal cabinet. Your presence is highly sought for.” “I see, and how many kings are here, in total?” Prince Michael said as he became serious leaving the door open to get back to his dressing as Dan entered and closed the door saying,

But this youngest son is different from his two older brothers. Duke Murdoch and General Accientsy serve their king faithfully, so they are favorites of King Arran. That is why many are jealous of them, especially the corrupt officials whose loyalty is divided between the two sons of the king. Regis Filius Damarion is the eldest son of King Arran. This is the only child of his first wife.

King inhaled deeply, steadying himself before walking toward another fortress hidden within the mansion—this one concealed beneath Kane’s bed. He sat down in front of the massive screens that displayed real-time footage from the numerous CCTVs installed throughout the estate. Without hesitation, he rewound the recordings, his eyes scanning every frame for answers. Then he found it—the exact moment he was looking for. Kane wasn’t alone in the living area. Three others were with him. Stan, Ven, and Marco. King leaned closer to the screen, watching intently as the three men spoke to Kane. Their expressions were serious, their body language tense. It was clear they were explaining something—some

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

In the dungeon, Both Mr. Smith and K were tied with chains, locked in separate rooms. As soon as they were brought into the dungeon, their torture began. [FOLLOWING CONTENTS CONTAIN VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, PLEASE SKIP THE PART.] Whips were being served to them, and only their screams could be heard there. Evan and Christian were sitting in each room separately. Ethan was in Mr. Smith's room, where was Christian was in K's. They were watching the torturous scene playing in front of them as if it was nothing.

"So you really are a King?" "This was what I was bred to do. My parents were Noble's, they would have wanted this." He sounds so proud, as he adjusts his jacket, although he still smiles unsurely. "It looks good on you, friend." He laughs breathily, but then quickly sobers. "You have to help me, to stop Tai." "It's not that simple...I'm about to be married to him," I say. And by the sounds of it, I'm going to be married to him soon.