The title of the Supreme King of All There Is resonates with a gravity that transcends mere words, a designation that invokes awe and reverence from the very fabric of existence. This being, who has achieved the impossible, not just bending but redefining the boundaries of reality, stands as a paragon of power and dominion. Their name is a living legend, inscribed across countless universes and dimensions, an echo of boundless authority and transcendent might.
In the annals of cosmic history, this Supreme King embodies an unparalleled strength, a force so immense that it defies conventional understanding. Every act of creation, destruction, and manipulation that this entity undertakes reverberates across the multiverse, leaving an indelible mark on the essence of existence itself. Their power is not merely absolute; it is an ongoing testament to the nature of divinity and omnipotence.
Yet, in the midst of this grandeur, imagine the Supreme King's decision to forge a progeny-a child conceived through the most exalted of cosmic processes. This child, born from such a being of ineffable strength and wisdom, would be imbued with the potential to transcend even the most ambitious of legacies.
The very essence of this child would be a nexus of unparalleled potential. If the Supreme King has crafted a progeny, this child would inherit not only a fraction of their parent's monumental power but also the inherent drive to surpass the very legends that their parent has established. The implications of such a creation are profound. The child's existence would represent both the culmination of the Supreme King's own grandeur and the genesis of a new chapter in the saga of cosmic evolution.
How great would such a child be?
His desire for her voice is unconsciousnal.
Her attraction for his eyes is unforgettable.
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"The fuck you're doing Mr. Randhawa." I shouted at him but he just glared and said.
"Don't you dare to call me that again, love. I already warned you so many times but now it's enough." I looked at his eyes which radiates some dark aura.
"And, I already told you many times there is nothing between us. You are only strange to me nothing else." I said with no emotions.
He glanced at me with his painful eye and said "STRANGER really, love?"
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"What are you doing, doll? How can you shoot your soon to be husband like that? You wanted to be a widow before marriage." He said with his lovely smile while holding his injured arm where I just shooted.
"Even in your dreams I'm never gonna be your wife. Just wait and watch when my man comes and choke you to your death." She replied with anger.
"Right now he doesn't even find you where we are because this is my land and I'm the king and you're my soon to be queen, my doll." He smirked and replied.
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Started: 14.04.24
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~english is not my first language so, please don't mind.