Cute King Owl House Novels & Stories

that afternoon in which he had made her his in that way and concentrate on that he should talk to his wife, so He entered the place and there he saw her with what seemed to be an owl on the bed, which caused annoyance to the king and even a little fear when he noticed that that animal looked the same as the one that had attacked him in his childhood, he did not want any animal in his rooms, much less that one, but before he could speak, she anticipated him. "Go take a bath, you will not enter our bed with that smell, it is repulsive..." There was no other word, so the king made an amused face, and without even saying a moan he walked away and went to the bathroom, obeying the words of his wi

I didn’t know why he thought that I wouldn’t want to go when I was beyond excited to go. “I didn’t know that King ran an orphanage. He’s so kind…” I complimented while feeling truly surprised. “He is. He doesn’t look it, does he?” Reiner replied before grinning my way. … After quite a long drive, we arrived at what was supposed to be the orphanage that King runs to help children in need. Reiner helped me out of the car, and I found myself standing in front of a very large but very simple-looking building. The building was a five-story building that was painted in brown. There were many big trees around the building, a very large garden, and an even larger field of grass.

He'd be only thinking about the extra slice now. The pack house was a gigantic manor. It was updated within the last decade from everything between interior decor to the outside electric fence. The pack house was for important matters only. Since it also tied into being the werewolf king's home. The bottom feeders of the pack worked there as servants. They were also bred, fed, and raised there. The king's family reside there. They often held a birthday ball for Camren. I never met him in person. In fact... I never met the beta in person. I've only been to the king's home when they crowned him. It must have been four years ago... When he turned eighteen.

Rhea tripped into Theo while waving too enthusiastically. Chaos. Joyful, festive chaos. My home. I shoved the pup into Rowan’s arms. “Hold him. He is chewing everything I own.” Rowan hissed as the pup bit him through his glove. “Why is his jaw stronger than mine.” I did not answer. Because the king was staring at everything around him with wonder. The lights strung along the trees. The gingerbread wolves decorating the porch. The packhouse glowing with warmth. The glittering snowmen lined up like proud guardians.

"Mrs. Owl is in good condition, but why is she wearing a mask and sunglasses this time?" "Maybe Mr. Owl doesn't want her exposed in the media? After all, she's the treasure he holds dearly in his hand. What if she is targeted by criminals?" "Mr. Owl really doted on Mrs. Owl! He even takes his wife with him when he participates in an interview." "The two of them are a match made in heaven." "An overloaded sweetness!" ****** Owl Manor. Kim is playing with children's toys in the children's room. Justin was listening to his mommy's singing, and his mouth was grinning big that you could almost see his gums.

＜Xavier POV＞ --------------- Curiosity gets the best of me. I came back from the club late at night and went to the gym early in the morning. Today was the day I had been waiting for. I was excited to meet the King's leader. I heard a lot about her. How she doubled the King's power overnight. As instructed I reached the spot on time. Surprisingly King's headquarters were not underground, or some shady place that makes you puke. Nothing you could imagine of a dangerous mob gang trend. It was a quite elite-looking mansion, surrounded by the forest as far as one could see.

She had only ever been in that position with King, her mother and Sisi. Koty’s arms came off her back. “Joan, relax. That is what I’m trying to make you do but it seems like I’m doing the exact opposite.” King inserted the keys into the lock of the door to his house, pulling the cap of his hoodie low over his head, and twisted. The door clicked open and he entered, switching on the lights. He shut the door, locking it then moved towards his bedroom. He would have to clean the house soon or hire someone to do it, he thought after his hands brushed a couch and dust appeared, but that would be after he had gotten his freedom.

He didn’t have to ask me twice; I was already shifting and running in the direction he had sent me. The house that the King saw in his vision was in the middle of the empire’s forest. It was used as a storage unit for a long time and then later abandoned. I was expecting there to be guards outside the place, but there weren’t. I’m assuming the Queen told them to abandon ships. I just hoped that Carol was still there and that she was okay. From the King’s face, after he saw the vision, I knew she wouldn’t be.

I'll never get over saying that 'our bedroom'. After giving up the throne, Henry had already been in the process of purchasing a home, outside of town, so we moved into that house with Aunt Linda and his mother. The six-bedroom mansion, with acres of land behind it, is connected to the twins' family farm home, which is about three kilometres away from ours. Life here has been blissful, I go to work, despite his protests, he stays at home with Aunt Linda and his mother. Nobody knows where we stay except for those that are important, it keeps the media from snooping and harassing us.

The little mouse was scurrying back into her hole, where she belonged. But the satisfaction was tinged with a nagging, irritating doubt. Kaelen’s reaction to the girl’s reassignment had been… excessive. It was more than the casual whim of a king. It was a calculated, protective move. And his distraction, the way his gaze kept drifting towards the west wing of the castle, where the servants’ quarters were located… it was a weakness. A dangerous, foolish attachment.