90's Jaime King Novels & Stories

Who could smell so good like this, huh? He walked in... With his black hair ruffled and curly... The first few buttons of his fine kingly robe was opened... Eyes so green and crazy... Lips perfect and pink.... A gold shinning earring on his left ear... Oh Heavens! He walked so perfectly with his hands behind his back. King Lee... I'm so going to faint. He was much more drop dead handsome in person. How can he be the crazy king everyone was talking about? Crazy but dangerous...

At the thought of this, Antaotao's face became indifferent. It shouldn't be that complicated At this time, Mr. King had noticed Antaotao. He walked over and his clothes were flying in the wind. Antaotao looked at Mr. King who came by and shook his head slightly. Anyway, Mr. King was beautiful, just like the vampires in the Middle Ages, who were domineering and noble. "Ninth Master!" Antaotao hooks his lips and his eyes sparkle. Mr. King looked her up and down for a few times, and found that she was not injured, then his eyebrows and eyes loosened, "What did you say to her?"

Wanting to tone it down, he cleared his throat. King was obviously shy, and it was turning him on even more. “I, I ahm… How do I pose?” King asked, lying on the bed awkwardly. Kane did his best not to laugh when King tried to pose like Rose from the movie 'Titanic.' Shaking his head profusely, he was actually amused. He went to him and kneeled in front of him on the sofa. He held King’s arms, positioning them correctly. Every touch was electrifying, and the feel of King’s skin rubbing against him was making him lose his sanity.

Jason's gaze travelled over Claude's clothing, a tiny scowl on his face, but he remained silent in front of everyone. With a sigh of relief, Claude exhaled deeply. Jason isn't generally a good manager, so the fact that he hasn't publicly chastised Claude suggests he's had a lucky day. Jason gave him the moniker "Jamie." A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average.

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

218 "You have to mark her now!" Her mom yells in grief, an endless trail of tears gushing down her eyes as she pleads to the King. He doesn't say anything but he finds it very hard to ignore her words. He continues to stare at the little girl breathing her last few breaths of air. He's heart broken, and disoriented. Physically and emotionally drained. He's crying hard, but only on the inside. "I don want to hurt her." He then says, voice almost inaudible yet crystal clear for the girl's parents to hear.

The softness in his voice eased some of the tension including my raging nerves, atleast enough to keep my heart rate stable again instead of the frenzy it was in a few moments ago. "N-no. They were fine." I nervously stuttered, before clearing my throat. "That's good. Please, you don't have to fear me or anyone in the castle actually. No one will harm you, I give you my word," The man assured," Now, on to more pressing matters, my Lady. I'm Noah, King Theo's trusted advisor, Beta and Best friend. May I have your name?" King Theo? Beta? My Lady? Where am I? "My Lady?" The ma-, I mean, Noah's voice came through my foggy, confused mind.