All Chapters of The Fifth Throne: Craving His Forbidden Sub: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

(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