Auctioned To The Cruel King Novels & Stories

He dragged me from the stairs as I had held the corner of it tightly, while crying, "No... Please don't. Leave me. Let me go..." But he didn't hear any cries of mine as he pulled me with strength and then threw me in front of those hungry men. All men stare at me with greedy eyes and then look at the devil as he makes an announcement. "So, here is my lady for you all to taste, remember no one's gonna turn into their real form while tasting my woman as she is still a human now." He said and then stepped back and sat on a large chair that made him look like a king. A Cruel King.

I was never going to get used to this; the auction house and the inhumane way they treated slaves. This went on for a while before Farrel interrupted with a cackle. "I can see you lot are having a great time, right!" He laughed some more. The king released me and I crawled back to kneel on the cushions provided. I felt the King’s eyes on me sending a fresh wave of embarrassment through me. I wondered if he also felt awkward about the whole thing. He would never want me that way even in a real situation. "Now, it's time for the real business. The exclusive auction! We have saved the best of our merchandise just for your pleasure. I assure you gentlemen, you have never seen anything like this.

He laughed again, "that's pathetic, you won't last. The minute Carrie turns eighteen it won't be physically possible. I am actually surprised you've managed for this long." It was my turn to growl but the king couldn't care less. "What exactly do you want from us?" Ben asked, turning into mediator while I tried to keep my wolf under wraps. "Me? Nothing. But as I said, I know some people who would love to meet you. There's going to be an auction tonight. Your lives to the highest bidder." My stomach lurched and Ben gripped my waist, keeping me steady. The king grinned, "my staff will help you clean up, you must look good for tonight. The cleaner the product the better it sells."

He looks like he ran here. He looks like violence personified. The entire auction hall goes silent. Every person in that room, the rich, the powerful, the ones who were just casually buying human beings, all of them go absolutely still. Because the King as he is called, just walked in. And he looks ready to kill everyone in the room. His eyes find me on the stage. Chained. Crying. Number 3 stamped on my shoulder. Something in his expression shifts. The fury crystallizes into something even more dangerous.

He strikes his head against the floor repeatedly while he begs for mercy. The King looks at his Queen and then to the merchant. "Your offense is not against the servant, but against my Queen, whom she belongs to, and as such, an offense against me." "For daring to touch that which belongs to me and offending the Queen, I sentence you to death by execution." It is no news that the King is ruthless and crazy, but his ministers felt his judgment to be over the top, especially since the woman he tried to molest is a mere servant, and not just a servant, a doll.

And well, including the two guards whose faces are red and are trying to look away from me. “I am the King’s whore. There is nothing to be embarrassed about it,” I pronounce. “Whore?!” “Yes, that’s me,” I say. I let the robe fall on my shoulders. My robe is about to drop to the ground when Theo catches the fabric. He’s so close now and my nose scrunches. I can smell the other women’s perfume. No, there is also the smell of sex. I stop a whimper from coming out of my throat. It hurts to love a human, Nowra.

I was praying he would. “You are brought here to reclaim your birthright as a true Foressan princess.” The king captured my attention again. Upon hearing his words, I became even more skeptical. My forehead creased, but it seemed he didn’t care about my opinion because he continued, “You do not fit in that world you call home, Ameena. You belong here. You belong with us, your true family.”

to informed the king, when he and his men got there, they could not wait as the heat from the fire killed some men that had went too close, the remaining men ran back, but the king was wrapped in great flame, men who saw it, went back to the kingdom, spreading the news of King's dead, but when they had all gone, the king was still screaming in fear of the flame, he later realized that the fire was not hurting him, he rather felt coldness and calmness, hr opened his eyes and he was wrapped by her wife, she was the flame, fear gripped him, as hr never knew, she was a goddess, and was also thankful that she chose to rage her fury on the trees and not her offenders, he waited until night as he

I was taken aback, and I inquired of the king of the alphas, "Why so late in the night? What kind of a auction is that, exactly?" He leaned close to me and murmured, "It's an auction for slaves!"

I opened it and stepped out onto the balcony. His eyes widened slightly to convey his surprise and uncertainty. I got hold of the cold rail and shivered from just how cold it felt against my palm. "If I die now, all these wouldn't matter anymore. Your greed will die a natural death," I sniffled. "So be it then," he shrugged negligibly, "Honest mistakes happen all the time. I'd gladly bury you." "You're heartless. You're a heartless evil distraught human. All you care about is taking the kingship title but have you ever for once considered if you have the qualities Selenia deserves of their king? No. Your greed is all that matters."