Dr Osric King Novels & Stories

He moved with a speed that didn't seem possible for someone so emaciated, his body a blur of tangled hair and muscle. I let out a sharp scream, throwing my hands up to protect my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the feel of teeth on my throat or claws in my chest. Instead, I felt a heavy weight hit my waist. I staggered back against the door, but there was no pain. I opened one eye to find Osric’s face inches from mine. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the gold. He wasn't biting. He was sniffing.

Long table. Golden candles. Servants moving silently around them. King Aaron Mavros sat at the head. Atlas on one side. Gaius on the other. And the youngest prince, Theodo. Theodo was cheerful as always. He greeted Atlas warmly. “Brother! You look happy today.” Atlas blinked. “Do I?” Theodo laughed. “You’ve been smiling all evening.” Atlas cleared his throat. King Aaron leaned forward slightly. “I’ve noticed something.” Atlas froze. The king’s eyes were sharp.

she barked at the guards. Another vehicle pulled up. We climbed in and drove back to the mansion at lightning speed. Once we arrived, a guard carried Ray into a room. I followed, refusing to let him out of my sight. “This is Dr. Ricky,” the Queen introduced. “Our family’s doctor. You can trust him.” The doctor was mildly middle-aged with silvering hair. “I’ll need some space,” he said. “Please,” I said. “Let me help. I’m a healer.”

The House of Reign was blessed to be leaders of the witch kind, to end it altogether would bring a curse on my people. " I will take your silence for a yes, My Great witch," he replied mockingly, swishing his hand carelessly in the air. I should have ripped his heart out of his chest, good for nothing piece of- "If you are done insulting me inside your little mind, I suggest you give us what we want, you ugly old hag," King Rodrick rumbled, standing up to his full height, unintentionally revealing his potbelly. I looked at the "we" he was talking about.

"Oh..yes... Oh my..." Roseline moaned rhythmetically, feeling the movement of his d!'ck inside of her. She held him so tight as he increased his pace, and the rest of the night was fun for them. ****************** Next morning, Roseline had woken up alone on the bed She itched her eyes and took a slow glance around the room. The King wasn't in. Then she sat up and adjusted her dress to cover her properly. God! Last night had been so extraordinary. Like, the King had almost killed her - this she enjoyed it.

A distorted, mocking chuckle echoed from the speaker, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Don Valtteri," the voice of Marco De Luca purred, dripping with venomous satisfaction. "You look tired on our surveillance feeds. It turns out the great, untouchable King isn't made of stone after all. She really is a beautiful little thing, Karlo. Heavy gold silk suits her. It’s almost a shame to ruin it."

Osric admits, winking at Jonathan making him chuckle and nod. “I can see why, I can’t complain about my view either,” Jonathan agrees, as he subconsciously licks his lips, checking out Osric. “Such a double standard, if I went out there in just my sports bra you three would be tripping balls trying to make me cover up,” I giggle, shaking my head while bundling Roan up in a fur blanket Embry pulls out as we wait for Osric to get his boots on. “That’s because you’re ours, and no one else needs to see how sexy you are,” Osric growls deeply making me smirk at him knowing I am turning him on with that image in his head.

I look around, seeing they're in uniformed leather armor that is stamped with a black and red crest; a wolf howling at a red moon. “Osric,” I growl at him, not wanting to leave his side. Embry places his hand on the small of my back and pulls me closer. “Moh Rós Dub, please trust Osric,” Embry softly speaks into my ear in a pleading tone. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath knowing he is right, I need to listen, so I nod agreeing. “You will tell me everything that happens, and you will keep King Draig by your side, I know he will tell me anything you leave out.” I look behind Osric to see Draig has shifted back, he nods to the servant that brings him a pair of shorts.

“I have a secret that I must tell you. Rosalie doesn’t know either but I know some how today she will.” “You’re a dragon aren’t you?” Chris gently spoke. He had a feeling he was. Ever since he was little his father taught him the ups and downs of dragon hunting. Chris and him would go on hunts but neither one would ever harm them. They actually did the complete opposite. They would protect them. Chris’s father was a dragon lover. He would always say how mysterious they where and he wanted to get to know them. “Everything about you says you are.” “I am.” Asrar spoke a little concerned. “I’m actually a prince whom has been kicked out of my kingdom due to an illness when I was younger.”

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.