Im The King 소설 & 이야기

" I'm your king, I'm Silver I don't have family nor friends, I was born to take what is mine, which is my throne, follow me or die, that's my only offer. " ............................. To be continued

I frown at him even as his fingers fly over the keyboard. “Gimme my phone, and give me privacy while you’re at it.” “Not a chance.” He says, then hands the phone back to me and kisses the top of my head. “Whatever, and I’m not tiny,” I grumble. Me: Try it, and I’ll break all the bones in your body. Now, fuck off. Shouldn’t you be busy? King: I’d love to see you try. I wouldn’t be busy if you hadn’t shown your face in this pack.

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

King's Weibo quickly caused a wave of excitement. All the keyboard men who insulted An Taotao were instantly hit in the face that they thought they were completely stupid. Who is Mr. King? That is the overlord of a city, the first person in the world’s rich list. Not only is he rich, but also impeccable in appearance. He is the object of all women's fantasy, but his gloomy and fierce character keeps women from stepping back. They always thought that such a big guy would kick An Taotao off.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

- Ryan says, cold as ice. On the next day, Ryan gets out of the pack hospital, being held by Kevin, on the right and Mark, on the left, and goes to the office of his father, in the packhouse. On his way, all the people that he crosses bow, and someone calls him "My King". That filled his heart with love, not for the "King" title, but because that reminded him of his mom. All of that upsets him. He needs time to adjust to that "king" shit.

Never. "I have an agreement with Emaline. She remained steadfastly by my side, defying any attempt to separate us. Wherever she may go, I shall pursue her without fail. It is imperative to keep in mind that I am a ruler of great power and authority. With fierce determination, I conquered the world and now reign supreme over all that lies within it. Every aspect of life is under my command, and I hold the power to shape the future as I see fit. For two decades, I searched tirelessly for Emaline." Alaric spoke with conviction, his voice unwavering. "You are not the one who can keep me away from my beloved," he declared. "You are tied because of that same reason. You can't take her away from me

I clench my fist as I will myself to stay quiet, knowing that pretty soon, Karma will be coming to claim the King's ass, and I'll be the one looking down on him. After a couple of hours of travelling in the limo, we arrive at what I can only describe as a castle; it's enormous. The King gets out of the car, not bothering to help his wife, she slides out next, and I follow behind with my eyes still glued to the floor, like a good little pet.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

” I shook my head, knowing that a single misstep could seal our doom. I had no idea what was wrong with the king, but we dared not provoke him. “Of course your escape happened. It sounds well planned and intentional than the ‘spur of the moment’ getaway you just made it out to be.” The low murmurs and agreements from the supernatural spectators sent a chill down my spine. I felt exposed, like prey in a den of wolves. They could pounce at any moment—just one damning verdict from King Karl, and there was nothing we could do to resist.