Dr Osric King Novels & Stories

“The meeting was successful, it went better than expected.” The king nodded. “Good.” Gaius continued, “You were right about Aldric's envoy being difficult. I think if we follow up… .” The door suddenly opened. Atlas walked in. He was still in his riding clothes, his boots were covered in dust, and his hair slightly messy. The king’s attention snapped instantly. “Atlas.” Gaius stopped talking. The king stood. “Where have you been? I sent for you this morning.” Atlas crossed the room, the easy grace in him so natural he didn’t think about it. “I’m sorry, I heard when I got back. I didn’t know you’d need me that early. Did something happen ?

Rae’s really hamming it up, and I can see exactly where this is going. “No, that was Cadoc Collins.” Drona’s not even trying to smother her snicker. “He was the one doing the walk of shame right after daybreak.” Nia rises soundlessly and gestures for me to follow her. “Enough.” Seth Rosser is unamused. We all tense at the note of dominance in his voice. “Send Rosie out now.” His scent finally makes it past Rae’s cigarette smoke to my nose. The tea in my empty stomach sours. He reeks worse than yesterday. Now he smells like week-old rotten egg.

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 tilted his head, flicking his eyebrows in a manner that communicated he was right. "How is it that I'm hearing about them for the first time? I don't even know that man? Who are they? What do they want?" I rapped the questions with a squeezed face. I was lost, and felt disorganized within myself. "His name is Alpha Aldric. He is the most powerful Lycan King on the continent. Now, they're not one to make so much noise about it, but everything about them just... tells you how influential and powerful they are. And for this..." Oscar paused as he showed off the scroll in his hands.