Who Is The King Of Hearts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Qhawekazi told them “Are you not talking about my husband’s heart?” the queen mother asked, the king was not dead as everyone thought he was. “No, queen mother, the king’s heart is beating faint and slow. While this one is strong and ever so powerful. What amazes me is that they are beating at the same pace as that of the king even though his is faint and weak.” Qhawekazi revealed.

His eyes snapped up to green eyes, anger flashing through his eyes. “You pulled my tooth.” He snipped. She shrugged, infuriating him the more. “A necessity.” Her eyes trailed down his body. “I honestly felt sad I didn't have to pull other parts of you, just your tooth,” King of hearts moved, fast and with intention, or so he thought, not hearing the door open. Stephan moved fast, to stand between an angry king of hearts and a smirking green eyes who still sat still. “Get it together,” his palm clamped down on his shoulder, pressing down and disarming him.

The girl frowned. " Debbie once said they danced together at a party. She wouldn't stop praising his good looks," "I know, we heard that story the whole year," the other young lady giggled. " What else do you know about him?" " Other than what you know, nothing. The king keeps his life private despite being on the throne for seven years." I listened to the girls converse about the alpha king, and what they said shocked me. They made him sound like a monster, and a shiver went down my spine.

“While they were wrestling, he shifted into Harlan. He did not know about me and Harlan’s connection and so I explained it to him and then I ripped his heart out.” The Queen gasps, the King looks at me proud and I could not bring myself to look at Blake, I kept thinking he was repulsed by me.

She was the most suitable person to ask. "Pardon?" She asked as she turned to me. "My husband. What kind of man is he?" I asked. "Well..." She started, looking slightly uncomfortable. "And I want the truth. Please. It is hard coming here already and having to adjust so much. I would like to have some headstart at least. Let me know the kind of person he is. What kind of King is he? What kind of leader is he?" I asked again. "He.. King Hades is the only King that has ever ruled hell, for as long as I can remember. He is the first and the last King of hell, his reign is forever" she started with a small smile.

I chuckled. “Yes, there's actually a room like that. But don't worry about it, it's guarded by Dante's men, and you won't make such a mistake.” She smiled at me. I felt bad for lying to her like that, but it wasn't like there was another way to get information out of her, was there? Progres. At least, I now knew The King of Hearts was hidden somewhere at the mansion… *** I strolled along the corridor, wondering how many doors there were in the mansion. I'd been walking since forever.

"I still haven’t recovered from the last time they argued over who had the ‘cooler' title." I rolled my eyes. "Uncle Xander is the King of Hearts and Uncle Henry is the King of Clubs. Why do they even need to fight about it?" "Because they’re them," she said dryly. Then frowned. "But now that you mention it… it is indeed weird that they aren’t here yet.”

"I was looking for someone worthy to be our king. I was looking for a man among you, who could be our king. You are all special. You are valuable and the fact that you are here today shows your altruism and your big honorable spirit. But for a king we are looking for something more. We've had a name in our minds for a while. We wanted our king to have strength, to be fair, to be an absolute fighter who, when he will be endowed with the extra force that comes with the position of king, will not be taken by surprise. That won't be overwhelmed by what he will receive. But what we were looking for more than anything in the new king was for him to have a heart. Because Alpha Powers lacked that. "

Despite his earnest efforts, however, the kingdom occasionally perceived him as evil, casting him in a bad light despite his benevolent intentions. It was an open secret that he revelled in teasing others, and why shouldn't he? With hundreds and thousands of subjects at his command, the simple act of teasing brought him a subtle sense of delight, a nuance of joy. After all, they were his subjects by birthright and the authority vested in his office, and he saw no reason not to indulge in such small pleasures. If anything, he felt entitled to claim even more from his position of power. Edmund approached them, accompanied by a maid bearing a tray on which calling cards sat. cards. "Your Majest

"Mister Carmell, apologies, but my bottom card is the ace of spades, and my hand is indeed a royal flush of spades!" With that said, he flung his right arm violently. He flipped the bottom card completely open and slammed it fiercely onto the center of the gambling table. A silence as profound as death loomed large in the room. Wardell, the white-haired Gambling King, the braided Gambling King, the refined Gambling King, the beautiful female dealer, and all the other staff in the room stared incredulously at the playing card, their expressions frozen. It was the 3 of Hearts, not the Ace of Spades that Wardell had.