Castle Jester Novels & Stories

His mother was all praises about her, and being a Nyxian princess, it wouldn’t have been easy to impress Cressida. Madam Josefa had met with Jester in a restaurant called Piper’s Castle, where they had excellent beer (Jester, of course, had a hardy tolerance for alcohol being a god and all) and savory chicken roast that she had claimed was a family recipe. Once the plates were cleared away and he was offered some purple cake to sober up (which he refused, paranoid as he is), the old lady told him about her visions and what he would be expected to do once he joined the Fourth.

***** Asteria was walking outside with her servant, trying to reach her chamber when she came across a woman with several servants following her. “Greetings, your majesty,” the woman bowed down. “It is my honor to meet you in the palace.” Her eyebrows raised while staring at the woman’s appearance. She had fair skin partnered with her brown hair, green eyes, and pointed nose. Asteria thought that the woman was beautiful. The woman noticed her curious look and spoke, “I am Jestina Castemont, your majesty. I am moving my things to my new chamber just beside the King’s.” Asteria became astounded.

But still, one thing he had to mention. “Jester was still alive yesterday. Who knows, maybe, he will be able to strengthen our pack.” “If it happens so, question him in detail about what really happened that night. Make him aware that his honour has suffered a lot.” “Yes, sir!” Stacy confirmed once more and left the office. The black beast picked up from the table Jenn’s clothes and squeezed. He realised that he wanted from her something more than just the money. Jester was lying alone inside a cavern in a place immersed in darkness. But, because of the candle standing on the bedside table, there was a chance to see his head bandaged in a white dressing.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

They walked out of the classroom with Rocket as James stayed behind. Back at Hohenzollern Castle, the part-time doctor, checked the knife wound and he spoke. "The wound is healing nicely and I see that you be carefull on not rushing the wound. I came back here every day and making sure that there is no leak from the wound." He place a new bandage on the wound as he has taken the old bandage off and he left the castle. Belle Rose place the pyjama top back down as she slowly sat up and she slowly got out of bed. Belle Rose hobbles to the chair as she place the dressing gown on her and she slowly sat down. There was a knock on the door and she allow. "Come in." The door opened and the head of t

Jester continued to unleash his power, as well as his illusionary magic that overwhelmed Max and the others. "We can't go on like this, Ron. We need to get to Elle and Ivory and get them to do something in there," Max said to Ronan, who was getting tired as all their resistance ended in a deadlock. Jester is not a wolf who relies solely on his physical strength but also his magical abilities. "I'm just worried that Elder Elle and Luna Ivory are in the same predicament, Alpha. What should we do now?"