Doll King Novels & Stories

“But I know these woods better than most of them. I saw the black wolf break from the group. I saw the smaller gray one follow. And I saw what happened in that hollow behind the fallen redwood.” I stopped breathing. Dargrel’s eyes gleamed. “You’re a wolf, Mona. Same as me. Same as your precious Alpha. And you’re fucking him. While the rest of the pack ran less than a hundred yards away, he had you bent over a log taking his cock like a bitch in heat.” My heart slammed so hard I felt dizzy. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He tilted his head. “Want me to describe the way you bit your own arm to stay quiet? Or the way he told you the pack would know exactly what their Alpha was doing to his mate’s daug

"As for the balance? Let it break." Seeing my defiant attitude, my father's face darkened even more. He pointed at me. "Do you think this is a game? The underworld has its own rules!" "Rocco is still the Don of the South. By humiliating him in public, you're provoking his entire organization!" "Are you trying to start a war?" I inspected my nails nonchalantly. "If they want a war, we'll give them one." "You!" My father's chest heaved with rage. He snatched the whiskey glass beside him, ready to throw it.

No easing her onto the size of him slowly. What he gave her was not a human thing. Not a loving thing. Not anything mortal at all. It was the Devil’s Dick. It was long and thick. The skin like silk. Her oversensitive cunt let her feel every ridge, every dip and every curve of his impressive cock. The world went white. Everything else just fell away. Light swelled. Her awareness scattered like ash caught in an updraft, pulled into the violent centre of sensation he drove into her. Somewhere very far away, the bond screamed with her, a blazing chord struck hard enough to fracture silence into pieces.

“The Dullan pet should have stayed home.” Mikan’s voice hardened. “Councilwoman, please hold comments. Lady Lylia is the Mistress of Marithia.” “What?” another council member exclaimed. “Just as the Mistress of Dullan belongs to the King of Dullan,” Mikan explained, “Lylia belongs to the true King of Marithia. She is his property by law.” “Daxen is not the true king of Marithia,” Rela muttered. “Actually,” Trace said cheerfully, “Lylia is owned by my son. Rodic is King of Marithia. Daxen manages and enjoys the benefits of his holdings. Benefits of being loyal for two thousand years.”

she says with confident. “I said I don’t know,” A-yan repeats her words. “I think that doll is going to be trouble for her highness,” Linhua says out of the blue, like she is prophesing, her tone harsh, and her expression dark. A-yan’s brows knits at Linhua’s ominous tone. “Why do you say that?”

Dominik noticed it and he offered, “Why don't you give us a moment Dolly.” Dolly was ready to leave when Malachi stopped her, “Stay.” “She is not a Westhund,” Dominik explained to which Malachi answered pointing at Marc, “So is he.” Malachi bent to Luna Collette inspecting something then said, “We need everyone we can get our hands on. We're fighting an underworld lord. She might come handy with something.” Dominik stood in front of her, “She hasn't even experienced her first full shift.” Malachi straightened, finding Dominik too protective. Firstly it was his twin brother, his mate and now her?

The dragon seemed to be satisfied because he closed his eyes and relaxed to his touch. “Can't he talk like other creatures?” he asked, admiring his white-blue body with a light blue underbelly, giving him the appearance and texture of a cloud. He has sky-blue eyes, along with a strip of light blue on his forehead. He has two golden horns were on the back of his head and a pair of large feathery wings that curl up at the tip. “He does not talk but he understands everything we say.” the king answered. “I see.” Jimmy nodded, then his gaze landed on a collar around his neck. It had a beautiful Ruby in the middle. “It's very nice,” he mumbled, gently touching the stone.

It was a ghastly sight as the right side of her face was a forgotten mass of tissue and blood. A man dressed in all black, walked in. His face was emotionless and cruel. She whimpered "please... I'm begging you. Please, let me go. I have a grandma and a son to look after. Please." He smiled, the shadow he stood in protected him from her words. "Really? Are you sure about that? What's the consequence of lying?" He asked. "Why are you doing this?!" "Because, my dear, I have a plan and it's working just as I've planned. You're just a pawn, my creature. Yes, my creature. Don't worry, you'll love the end."

Rhys stood towering over his trembling frame, eyes cold as the glaciers and jaw set in a hard line. The word constantly rang in his head. Gold-digger. The words rang in his head, and the need to kill intensified. All he could see was red. The gun between his fingers casually played with the trigger. Tick-tick.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”