The Fifth Throne: Craving His Forbidden Sub のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

(A/N: forgive me. English is my second language, so I may mess up a lot between my accents, grammar, punctuation, and others but keep in mind that you'll understand regardless). My dear soft reader, happy reading.~Rhett~The heavy splatter of rain. The clapping sound of thunders, striking through dark clouds."Mom, it's stormy and completely pitched black outside. Don't go. It's dangerous." My voice is low and broken."I'll soon be back, Rhett. Your father needs me. Stay inside, darling. Don't worry." A lie. You never came back...I feel a hand on my skin, tapping repeatedly, awakening me into reality. I roll my eyes. Of course, it had to be Rick, my dad. "We are here, Rhett?" He says and that's when I take in my new environment. Truly, we have arrived at Staffordshire university. I gum myself to the window, watching as students roam the space. There are people chattering and catching up with their friends. Many people with different concerns. The weather is chilly as though the d

~Rhett~The past few days would have been torture and depressing if not for Reynolds. He makes me not regret coming to college. Instead, Reynolds makes it vibrant when, oftentimes, after school, he would come and take me out.Now, I may be wrong, but there's truly something suspicious to Reynolds' actions. I can't really place a finger on it, but he would always ask about Valois, as if I knew him through Valois. Yes, he may have opened up about his pansexuality to me, and yes, I may want to kiss him already, but I can't ignore the chills that come with my curiosity. Tonight is the rave party, and I wish Valois was around. Scratch that, I wish he had come home since the day he left with his boss. I really haven't seen him since then. Also strange. A few minutes later, I'm done bathing and cleaning my body. In front of the mirror, I sink into the rattan armchair and begin with my skincare. Reynolds will be coming to pick me up, and considering it's my first party in college, I plan to

~Rhett~"King Marcellus. Forgive me, but you can't go through. The king is occupied." Whoever King Marcellus is, he doesn't care at all. Not one bit. Instead, his gait remains sharp and fast before he stops and takes a sharp glance at the guard who was trying to stop him. My undivided attention is placed on them. King Marcellus is also a striking man, typical vampire gifts which I'm starting to realise. His features are flawless, his jet black hair is packed in a ponytail, sharp crimson eyes full of evil, dressed all black which points out his warm beige skin. He's heavily muscular too, except he seems German. His accent confirms that."Do your men ever know what I'm capable of, Kael?" Having said, King Marcellus grabs the guard by his neck. "Drop him, Marcellus." One would think he'd heed except he twists the guard's neck and drops his limp body. King Kael seethes at him to which King Marcellus ignores. "Oh, don't give me teary eyes now, Kael. A vampire won't die from mere broken

~This chapter contains graphics of awful memory lane. Be ready~~Kael~It is in fact true that I'm a maniac—a barbarian. I've been tagged many names but none of them has ever dug my skin as much as the Human Rhett's words do, and he didn't have to say much. All he had to do was to open his mouth and speak words against me. My aura reveals my annoyance as I storm into my room. I'm boiling in rage, my fangs bleeding the inside of my mouth and my claws digging the skin of my palm. But for some reason, I wouldn't show this anger to the one who arose it. You'll think that my monster is ready to tear Rhett's head off, but no, he's amused. I'm the one who's teased—no, taunted by a human. The beast inside me, however, likes the challenge. He adores the puzzle the human pawn throws afront us. Inside my room, I look down at my pants. To be honest, I fear the zip might worn out at my hardening cock. "Fuck. It can't be." I'm battling an internal war. The scene back at the dungeon flashes acro

~Rhett~I see his smile fade for a minute, the past briefly haunting him. After a couple of minutes, while I hide my personal taunting circumstance and pretend to press my phone, he brings the pancake to my front. I glare at him as I pick one and bite down. Woah, it tastes really good. "How's it?" He asks right away, grabbing another footstool to sit opposite to me. He picks one for himself and dips it in the syrup. "It's...good." I fail to sound nonchalant. Anyone can smell my excitement, plus I'm already eating another one. He made ten pieces and I fear I'll finish seven before he even finishes the one in his hand. After rushing about four, I take a break to drink chilled water from a bottle he presents for me just in time. "Why are you acting so nice?""I came to see my son in weeks, and I'm making sure he's fine. Uni looks good on you, you know. During my time, I got lean and worn out.""Yeah, because you smoked lots of weed and drink lots of alcohol." "You smoke and drink too