A Night With The King Novels & Stories

Derek took a deep breath. “Yeah, sure. Approval for what?” “Can I borrow Isabel Smith for a date tomorrow night? Right here in your Resort. It'll only be one night," Derek assured him. Gideon on the other hand, vanished the smile on his face. _______

I was determined to find the woman I had spent the night with as her sudden disappearance caught my attention. “Where’s who?” Henry asked, confused as he scratched his head. “The woman from last night,” I said. “She left early this morning, boss,” Henry stated firmly. “Did you see her face?” “No, but I did see her back. She’s really curvy with long, thick black curly hair,” Henry stated proudly.

He looked like a king sitting on very expensive furniture in the middle of his spacious living room with high ceilings, golden ambiance, and impressive chandeliers. “What’s this, Dominic?” He asked the man who had brought us there. “I brought women here for you so you can choose the one you want to spend the night with.” He flicked his hand, and someone rushed forward to rush us away. We were taken to a smaller living room to wait. It was a golden opportunity I couldn’t pass up. “Do you think he’s gay?” A girl asked.

Miguel scrolled further until a picture of the two appeared on the screen. He suddenly straightened up as his eyes locked onto Lilliane. His lips parted slightly as he stared at the woman’s face. “I know her...” he whispered to himself. The memory of the passionate night they shared came flooding back. The times he claimed her body, the moans and cries she made—these memories were still vivid in his mind. He hadn’t intended to have a one-night stand that night, but she had caught his attention as he watched the people dancing below while sipping from his glass of alcohol.

he asked. "No, thank you. You may leave." "Yes, boss," he said and took his leave at once. I couldn't help but spend the night thinking about how our encounter would be and how she would react to a kidnapping. It was going to be hilarious, but I had a knack for being funny. "Hahaha," I laughed to myself. It was finally nighttime, and my men had followed her until then. They let me know she was in some bar, and I knew I had to go in there myself to get her.

In the midst of a tense night, an unexpected event occurred. The quiet home of Zack and Amy suddenly filled with shouting and the noise of a door opening. Victor aimed a gun at Amy, while Vanessa stood beside him, wearing a smile full of deceit. "Zack," Victor said, his voice cold. "You know why we're here. Give us Nathaniel, or you'll lose the one you love." Zack, though filled with anger, remained calm. He stood in front of Amy, like a shield against any danger. "Don't you dare involve my wife, Victor. If you have a problem, take it out on me, not on her."

Oh, how was I going to get through this night? When the lock turned, it was the King who entered tonight, dressed sharply in his tux. “Good to see you on your feet again. I’ve missed you,” he snickered. He walked towards me and grabbed me by my waist. His hand ran down the curves of my hips. I shuddered as I took a breath. It would be a long night. We pulled into the roundabout by limousine and stopped in front of the grand hall. Before he opened the car door, he turned to me, “Your dress is missing something.”

The bartender was able to find the room quickly enough and was about to walk right in when she paused in the middle. The King was napping peacefully on the bed, exhausted from the day's events. Her eyes roamed to his wife sitting by the bed, softly stroking his hair. The sheet was pulled right up tight under his chin. Jane didn't have the heart to disturb, and from the looks on Daniel's face, he didn't either. So they both took the opportunity to enter the room beside the Kings. The Queen booked the entire row anyway. It's a kitchen. Unfortunately, as they started walking in, Jane knocked into the bottle of hand sanitiser on the wall, and it flew and landed on Daniels shirt, staining it in p

Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate. Night after night, King Lucian would visit her chamber, often under the guise of seeking counsel or simply sharing the day's events. Their conversations were filled with laughter and shared secrets, gradually dissolving the barriers between monarch and maid. Lucian’s nightly visits became a sanctuary for both of them—a place where titles and formalities were set aside, replaced by genuine companionship. One evening, when Lucian entered Isabel’s chamber, his expression was softer than usual. "Isabel," he said with a voice tinged with

[Micah] Gods, she’s so beautiful. She’s always lovely, but tonight, framed in moonlight, she is a vision. We are riding in the back of a limo tonight. We are showing off a bit tonight, even Roger is in a formal suit rather than his usual khaki pants and jacket.