Dr Osric King 소설 & 이야기

Before he could say anything, Rosie’s grip on his forearm tightened slightly, getting his attention, “Please do not pass this knowledge on. If the town’s mayor knew of this and knew I was enlisted in the army of the godking, he would cause many troubles for my father.” “The drakken,” Rex said, looking at the sullen look on Rosie’s face and the stoic look on the bar owner's. “Yes,” he replied, “Smarluuten has voiced his dislike of both the imperial family and the godking’s.” “Hold on,” Rex said, the gears in his mind working, “Rosie said she is enlisted in the godking’s army, not that you were family with the man himself.”

Their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure, each movement bringing them closer to ecstasy. They knew each other's desires intimately, and their bodies responded in kind. The pleasure they gave each other was a symphony of sensation, a beautiful melody that only they could create. With a heavy sigh, Doctor Bismonte removed her glasses and carefully tucked them into the pocket of her pristine lab coat. She then turned her gaze towards the king, her expression unreadable. Alaric's patience was wearing thin, yet the doctor remained composed. “I am not our Creator, my King. I am a doctor. I am but a humble healer, Your Majesty," she said with a calm and measured tone, meeting the King's stee

Many ready to emerge dragons start seeing signs within the year of shifting. Upon entering both boys where happily fussing over each other. Rosco wore sandy brown top with Red dress shirt under his tux. Chris was in a blue tux with a lighter shade of blue for his shirt. Rosalie chuckled to herself before she raced over and embraced Rosco. She was so honored to where this color being as his sister couldn’t be here. For everything he did for her this was the least he could do. Mary smiled at Chris who happily winked. It was there own little secret. “Thank you Chrissy Bear.” Rosco spoke up as soon as he was able to let Rosalie go. Chris was shocked as to how he found out. “You talk to loud sill

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Lawrence interrupts. Marcus nods and goes to stand post next to the purported Alpha King. The stranger relaxes a bit. Clearly Marcus has earned his trust. “This is Roach,” Dr. Lawrence explains. “He suffered a frontal lobe injury that left bone embedded in his brain. I’ll be operating soon to remove it.” “Roach?” I repeat, looking the man over. “I don’t know my real name, Your Majesty,” the man says quietly. “That’s just what they call me in Fox Tread.”

“The reason I took you down here was to show you these pictures. This way, you will be able to recognize them later tonight. This first one here is of King Carlo, father of Prince Marco.” Sabrina looked at the picture of the man and instantly saw the resemblance to her lover. He had the same nose and sharp eyes. In the picture, the King was seated on a golden throne with a red velvet seat. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with intricate yellow designs sewn into it. The King's hair was white, but just as thick as his young son's. It took her a moment, but she recognized one of the photos from her interview as him. “He looks a lot like Marco,” Sabrina whispered, just loud enough for Winston to

“That’s not going to happen, Father. That can’t happen. You’ve started a war in this country. You’ve violated our laws. But… despite your efforts, you haven’t fully broken what we once were as a people. The Royal Council still lives. At least, enough of them do. Your attempts to discredit Alpha Lucas have only strengthened his relationship with his allies. And your… pet Alpha here, failed to infiltrate this territory. Whatever it is you are trying to achieve, you’re failing. End this now, Father. Before more people die.” Osric stared through the screen at his son. His expression was the coldest I had ever seen. I almost didn’t recognize the man in front of me. I could almost feel his energy

"Enough talking about that dimwit, serve me the wine Harrold." "Yes, your highness." Then as Harrold pours the wine on the glass, he took an unnoticeable sachet of black powder and springkled it inside the glass without the Prince noticing. And after the Prince fell in deep sleep from drinking, Harrold lifts Prince Russel's face and squeezed it.

hunger for the main throne was difficult to hide for Zacaris Drogus, second son of the Drogus royal family Derek made a slight noise with his throat to alert the participants of that talk, causing them to turn their necks almost comically towards his Majesty, who had the same gloomy expression that accompanied him all the time, while Derek wondered how could they be so stupid? They knew very well that the king used to be quite demanding with the rules of etiquette and that was a more than great fault for it, at that moment the blonde was cursing inwardly, since apparently the king would send to kill some of them and the problem is that he would have to do everything completely alone, because

"It was nine o'clock this morning at the entrance to the market on East Huai Road when he was found." I sat in the car, muddled, listening to the officer's elaborate report. "There were needle holes on the side of the arm, wrist, and the root of the thigh, and the initial test was repeated injection of large amounts of heroin at once. "He has been sent to the First People's Hospital and is being resuscitated in the operating room." "......" Chen Boyan's revenge ...... came.