Wicked King Book Novels & Stories

Wikh shot his head up. "How did she..." "For every cunning man, there is always a woman that can get a hold of them. But for every cunning woman, oh, I can't say." He rose from his throne, his face turning grave. "You mean like the one you proposed to make a Queen?" Wikh asked, his face narrowing like he had held a grudge within him against the King. Maybe not to him but to someone related to him. "You bought those drugs for how much?" "What drugs? All I had was my bottle of pills..." He began to say but Zeidan dropped a pink bottle in front of him.

The king was met by several large Werewolves, who all seemed to want to have a word with him. The king inclined his head, nodding occasionally and kept walking forward, the other men scrambling to keep up with him. Akari could feel the interested stares of the king’s court as their little entourage made its way through the crowded halls of the palace itself.

He spit out his command before hanging up the phone. You're not my King. Her voice rang in his head, constantly repeating. She was right. He didn't want to be her King. He wanted to be her Mate. Her man. Her lover. But not her King.

A soft knock on her door had Lady Aurora looking up. "Come in," she called out. A timid maidservant entered and bowed deeply. "The king wishes to see you." "My father," Aurora corrected with a sigh, "the king is my father. You say my father wants to see me." "My sincere apologies, my lady. Your father wishes to see you." "You may leave." Aurora shut the leather-bound book she had been reading and rose. Her right hand lazily untied her hair as she walked out of her room. Long tender blonde curls cascaded down her rigid back.

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

For a moment, I hesitated, then offered my hand as he lifted it. The lid clicked open. A diamond glared up at me, cold and demanding, as he slipped it over my ring finger. Something inside me twitched as the band felt like ice against my skin, a silent mark that made my pulse stumble. “So welcome, Mrs. Evan, to your new life with a king. Congratulations on taking the first step toward your destruction. I ruined you. And that is your pretty face unveiling, a chain before your cruel husband.” The words struck like glass shattering in the air. I flinched before daring to meet his gaze again with wide, shocked eyes. My lips parted, breath unsteady, caught between fury and disbelief.

I laugh. She blush and return to her seat. "Nanaboozhoo?" I yelled on the counter. As a flash, King was besides me. "Don't go inside. Call the cops." He says with his eyes red. Literally red. "What?!" I asked, afraid. "Ziigwan, listen to me. Call the Sheriff. I'll go inside. Do you trust me?" He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes red as blood. All the black gone.

From his wicked games and manipulations. ‘I know it-’ I growl back. I’m not the same naive girl he met before. She exist anymore. ‘You killed him - and look who's the king now,’ I try lifting my hands from the door, trying to push him away. He doesn’t move a muscle and I grit my teeth with frustration. ‘Yes of course,’ he sneers, ‘my master plan. Kill the King, be voted to rule in his place and marry you…’ ‘You seem to be getting what you wanted,’ I snap back and he growls, ‘I just feel sorry for your wife!’

"Yes, you're finally getting it." "I saw this book in my blackout, what is it about, who wrote it," I asked with curiosity. "This book was once written by a king from a very long time ago when many religions were in the making; the king was a sage and very intelligent. He wrote things in his book that were ahead of his time. The Saints and the preachers didn't understand and thought of him as a monster. He had a son and a wife. When his reign was brought down by the people who followed different religions and was unable to handle the truth that was written in the book, they murdered him, but his wife and some of his people preserved this book."

“I’m already in the third part of the book, the rules of the trials.” He arched a brow at her. “You intend to finish that today? No one has ever finished a book that big in a day.” he told her with concern. “I’ve been told I’m passionately stubborn when I put my mind to something.” He strolled closer to her table. “Who told you that?” The corner of her lips rose to reveal a coy smile. “The Alpha King of the Wahala kingdom.” His face heat and he tore his gaze away from hers. “Sounds like a wise king.”