We The Kings Say You Like Me の小説・ストーリー

my mom mumbles from the living room, though she pretended she was too good to hear our conversation. "There you go. But I'm sorry he used you. He's evil sometimes," I blurt out, but Rio only looks thoughtful, not hurt or upset. He even reaches over to steal a piece of toast from me like he normally would. "It's okay. King is cool, I still like him. We'll still go out anyway, just not on dates," he assures and I nod because it doesn't make me jealous to think about that, "By the way, Kingsley didn't even kiss me, so..."

/Meelah’s POV/ “Have you still not gotten to the elevator?” Eden asks impatiently. “I just got to the elevator and I am ready to spill the tea so grab your popcorn and juice while I deliver the highlights of this gist to you,” I inform. “Can you get this started already,” she grumbled. “Hi bestie, my name is Meelah Kings and today I will be bringing you exclusive highlights from the reality TV show Keeping Up with the Kings,” I mimic the way Eloise addresses her followers and Eden hides loudly.

Callum: I could never have too much of you. Noah: Me neither. Ava: Wait and see, my Kings.

Aiden is still their Alpha. “Did the king command you to say that?” Eric shakes his head. “The king’s decree was that we serve the Luna alone. We’re absolved of following orders from anyone else, including the King. Our loyalty is to you and only you.” “Thank you, Eric. Everyone. It’s really good to see you all. I’d love to go out and train actually, if you can give me a few minutes.” I need to change into something more suitable for exercising. “Of course,” Eric agrees immediately.

I turn in King’s arms, so that my cheek is pressed against his shirt, but my tear-streaked face is looking at Ansel. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say ‘and/or’ in real life before. You’re a weird nerd, Ansel.” It takes a moment for my words to sink in, but when they do, King snorts out a laugh, and Ansel’s lip quirk up in amusement. “If you tell me that’s all you got out of everything I said, I’ll pinch you so hard your skin will come off.” I stick my tongue out at him as King laughs.

“But I am damn happy to see your ugly face.” “I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you give me grief.” King’s tone was light, but his face was pure rage. “So I guess I’m your white knight and savior, huh?” “Bah, dream on,” Mac huffed. “I had it all under control, Kingston.” “Yeah, it sure looked that way from where I was standing,” King said dryly.

Kays touches his nose. “Not even close!” I roar. “And what will your king say about this? Maybe the reason he hasn’t chosen a wife in all these years is because you’ve sampled them all first! So much for loyalty to your monarch! You even called yourself his friend, you lowlife! I don’t give a damn about your king, but hypocrites pretending to be someone’s friend—I despise them!”

Everyone could call him their king, but I would rather gouge my eyes out than live another day and call him my king. I would not do that. Never. “I have made up my mind, Alden. I know you will try to convince me to stay, but the king is stubborn. He’s selfish and he only thinks of his likes and dislikes. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself,” I stated confidently.

They're smoking weed and my brother is laughing. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask, Alex looks at me with red eyes and nods. Huh, well, that's good. I sit down next to them, "Can I have a hit?" ➿➿➿➿ Hanging out with Kingsley is fun and I have to be completely honest, I like how cool I feel when I’m out with him. King is a hot commodity at the moment and everyone wants to be with him, but I'm the lucky winner, at least at the moment, even though our dates aren't that romantic and there isn't as much as a spark between us.

“Hi, Raff, but I didn’t mean it like that. Who are you guys? That dude with the cape? “ “He is the King, so I advise you to behave and be polite. He doesn’t like obnoxious girls or stupid people. The rest is not up to me to tell you.” His voice suddenly changed, almost mechanic and rehearsed, and not once did he take his eyes off the so-called road while he spoke. I arched a brow and scoffed. King, my ass. King of what? The rebellious, lost boys? I leaned back and stared out the window, focusing on the details I knew I would remember if I needed. The king doesn’t like obnoxious girls; what a stupid thing to say!