We The Kings Say You Like Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The one I'd burn the world down to see." I know you love me." Victoria cut in "Obsessively," King corrected. "I love you obsessively,unhealthily and completely." "Same." His eyes flashed. "Say that again." "Which part?" "The part where you love me." Victoria straddled his lap again, taking his face in her hands. "I love you, Kingston Adeyemi. I love you so much it scares me. Is that what you needed to hear?" King's answer was a kiss that liquified her bones.

Aiden asks. He picks me up and puts me on the floor. Aiden is still sitting on the couch. He starts to give my neck a massage. "Fuck, that feels good. I am stressed," I say. "Pick a movie. I'll massage your back and shoulders." I don't argue. I sip my hot chocolate and take a bite out of the apple cider donut. I put The Last Kingdom on. "You like warriors, don't you?" Aiden asks. "Yes, I suppose so."

" Nope I haven't and Am not interested in seeing him " " Oops that hurts ,She's really not interested in seeing me ,how possible is that, ladies will kill themself just spend a night with me so what is she talking about ,I kept wondering Myself . " So tell me why don't you want to see him " " Nothing much it's just that am not a fan of the king and I will never be " " Don't you think that's harsh " " I Don't think so ,can I let you in on a little secret "

I get up and go inside, not wanting to be reminded of any of the kings in particular when I hear some people whispering about the kings. “The kings are coming!” one girl squeals. “Which kings?” the other one asks. “The twin kings! They are so handsome!” The first one sighs dreamily, and I find myself rolling my eyes in annoyance. “Bold of them to call my mates handsome,” I mutter, hating the jealousy under my breath.

Pleading with me to choose him and love him "Matt, we don't know each other," I say kneeling in front of him "No, princess ...you shouldn't kneel, please stand " he ushers me to stand up "Kings shouldn't be on the ground either" I jokingly say "Kings would do anything in their power to make their Queens happy," he says grabbing my hand to plant a kiss on it "Stop your being cringe," I say beaming but rolling my eyes. Getting up he opens his arms for a hug but he stares directly behind me his face stone cold and he pauses

Close enough that my lips nearly brush his jaw. “If you want to parade me around as your mate… if you want to claim me publicly…” I whisper, my voice growing steadier and sharper, "Then be prepared to make yourself my queen.” The word lands between us like a thrown blade. “Because I already told you, Kei,” I finish softly, my eyes locked on his, “I am king.”

"A King is a boy, youre a Queen because youre a girl?" Something clicked in my mind the moment he said that. Me? Not worthy to be a king? I dont think so. Everyone knows I am a King figure. Regardless of my gender, I am the best and I rule everyone else. "Besides, just as any movies, a King is usually chosen and loved by the people. And, I dont think you fit in any of that rule." I just kept silent as he went on. "I believe, the true King in our class is Kai. I mean, he is the best in everything and he is also loved by everybody."

My knees nearly give, so I sit without grace on the stone bench. “You,” I say again, because vocabulary has abandoned me, “are the Alpha King.” “Yes.” “That is not information you delay casually.” “I delay it strategically.” I drag both hands down my face. “My entire pack is going to bow because you take a walk.” “Yes.” “My grandfather,” I add faintly. “Yes.” “My grandmother.” “Yes.” Daniel. The warriors. The elders. Everyone. “Yes.” I stare at the carved floor because it feels more stable than the truth. “You let me argue with you,” I say.

“Bed is stupid. Too soft. Too close. No. Couch.” His mouth twitched despite himself, a small betrayal of the amusement he kept carefully leashed. “You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” he said quietly, his voice low to avoid startling her. She stiffened instantly, shoulders drawing up like armor snapping into place. “I want to.” “You hate couches.” “I hate being predictable more.” He stepped a little closer, not crowding her, just close enough that he didn’t have to raise his voice above the storm’s roar. “The bed’s more comfortable for you.”