Cute King Owl House Novels & Stories

He smiled and replied, "Thank you, Mr Martins, from the bottom of our hearts. However, I will continue to be your butler as long as I live." Mr Martins was dumbfounded because Clayton said the same words. He vowed that he would be Mr Martins' personal bodyguard as long as he lived. He indicated that, as a man, he should provide for his family. Around 12 pm, the King family moved to their two-story mansion. It had four bedrooms; each bedroom was equipped with en-suite bathrooms and a walk-in closet. The house was lavishly furnished. Also, it had a swimming pool and a garage that could house five cars.

When he sees the king, he hides between the legs of his mother, one of the cooks. Aethelwulf recognizes the pup, and his heart sinks. Never had a member of his pack, old or new, feared him. Now, there was always a sense of fear in his presence, and he didn't like it. That pup, in particular, feared him because his wolf, on a path that would lead him to madness, almost attacked him. The king sighs and gets up. He goes to the kitchen counter, grabs a large glass jar, and takes out a beautiful butter cookie with chocolate and hazelnuts.

What I might have walked for an hour, the maid would have done in ten minutes. Soon I came to the king's house. I've heard that the King's house is only a little smaller than the library. Its gate is six times as tall as mine. I had no doubt that the ornament on the door would kill me if it fell. I held my breath and went in. When I got there, I was surprised to find Elroy there. The two elderly gentlemen and ladies were Elroy's parents, the King and Queen of the palace. When I looked at them in surprise, they looked at me in surprise as well.

The lamps were turned on as soon as we hit the road and the way didn’t seem to look that shabby now. Jason winked at me. “She knows we have arrived.” He said and started walking a bit faster. I know he was much eager to meet his girlfriend. After walking for like five minutes we were in front of a small house at the end of the road. The house was simple and kind of cute with the flowers and plants decorating its ceiling. The door was made of an old oak tree and there was an owl sitting in front of the door. His eyes were glued on me and I swear I feel goose bumps by staring back at him. I feel drawn towards its yellow pearls. I feel it was peering inside my soul.

she said, and he placed his paw in her hand, doing a cute handshake with her. I smiled faintly. “Zen, we have guests, be a good boy and get back to your napping,” King said, getting up from his rocking chair. He carefully placed the egg on a red cushion on the mantel. Zen landed a swift glance at Kian and me and ran back near the fireplace. Verity got up, dusting her pants. Kian and I exchanged a glance, sharing the same confusion, but neither of us felt it necessary to put our curiosity into words.

When I unfocus my eyes, the chandelier becomes a glittering mass of rainbows. The walls are covered in pale blue satin with a painted pattern of ivory vines. If the place wasn’t so flowery, it might be calming. With a groan, I push myself up. Between the plane and the car, I’ve spent way too long sitting. “So, your uncle was the king here for like, over a hundred years.” “He was,” Owen confirms, distracted. “And you’ve never been here?” “I have not.” He steps out of the bathroom and turns the light off.

They soon arrive in the house of Oliver. Even so, the twin make sure that they lost all those people who are possibly looking for them. They make sure that none of those people would ever realize that they are the one that pick up the two. “Wow... this... is so big. Is this your house?" Jimel asked with amusement as he saw the palace like mansion of Oliver. ”What? You wanna stay here? This ain't an orphanage. I already have two stray cats so no need to add up"

"So, this just came on the market, it's a three-bedroom. Beautiful, the couple moved a few months ago, rumor has it that they are the King's kinsmen," "King?" I asked furling my eyebrows as she opens the door. "Yes, Killian English, the King of the lycans," She smiled wide as we made our way inside this gorgeous home. Her big green eyes squinted as she smiled, to reveal a large gap between her two front teeth. "I assumed you knew," "Lycans?" I questioned as I stopped in my tracks. "Of course, I mean there are other werewolves here," Pixie replied as she gathered her bright blue hair and pulled it into a ponytail. "Oh dear, I have to stop assuming things, are you okay?"

So, I said no with a very bright smile. Mom and Jane helped gather our few belongings while Divah cheerfully carted them out to my sedan. King, in all his peacock glory, had parked his flashy car in front of the house, leaning against it with his arms crossed, looking like he was auditioning for a movie role. The man practically radiated impatient anticipation. His expression softened when he saw Julian and Julia bounding out of the house, his eyes lighting up like a kid who just spotted the ice cream truck. "Whoa!" Julian squealed, his jaw practically on the ground as he gazed at King's sleek car. "Is that your car?" He gaped at King's car like it was a spaceship from Mars.

The King followed me in and paused as he glanced about the house as well, then smiled warmly as he continued past me and into the main living area of the home. “Britty is going to love this.” He said softly, and I swore I nearly saw a tear escape his eye. I followed slowly and took in the home. There was a beautiful large river stone fireplace, with a long oak mantle, a soft ivory cashmere couch with settee, and pair of large leather plush chair on either side of the fireplace. Behind us was the eat in kitchen, with an enormous light grey and white slashed marble countertop and another elegant antler chandelier. A pair of French glass doors sat behind the main part of the kitchen, exiting ou