Dr Osric King Novels & Stories

“Your highness I apologize for my bluntness I would say her story is similar to yours.” The Prince sharply takes a breath and held the flute of wine tightly that a small crack was formed in the process. Tobias saw it and gulped down , he had to careful of his words from now on. He knew his master. Yes he wasn’t entirely what people say he is but indeed he could be a beast if he wants. He has seen him fight. He can slay an army of hundred soldiers and won’t blink an eye in doing it. He would come out alive and unscratched. He has earned himself the name; The God of War.

"If not, why don't you crawl back to your desk and mind your own business?" Osric’s face flushed red with anger, his wolf bristling just beneath his skin. "Word around the territory is that your precious human bartender friend is locked behind iron bars, yet here you are strutting through the lobby like you own the dominion. You are far more cold-blooded than I ever imagined."

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

Her voice sounded thick and unnatural to herself, but she hoped he didn’t hear the difference. “An old girlfriend. She’s the one who told me about Dr. Rhodes.” As he spoke, he clicked on the hyperlink in the email, and the Internet page opened to reveal a sprawling clinic in the picture with a picturesque background with towering mountains and glittering snow. He immediately went to the research tab, and she quickly read all the information available.

I admit. "He is a Prince, dear. That is what he does. That is how all royalty ends up acting." She assures me. Great, just great. Well, then, maybe I do not want the chance to meet the King. If the Prince is this bad then just how bad would the King be? It would take somebody really self righteous to be able to raise somebody that acts the way that the Prince does. Still, if I can find a way to use him to get some information then I will not hesitate.

Any that may impose would not live to see another day. “All hail her majesty the Queen.” A voice, none other than Drakko’s shot through. He lowered to one knee. He was wrapped in a white cloth with drawings all over his skin. He had been about to get sacrificed. On his side was his mate and children all seeming to have gone through the worst. “All hail her majesty the Queen!” All my people roared up, knees hitting the ground, them bending their heads. I stared at them all, my people. I turned my head, watching each of them as they called my name in praise, accepting me as their queen.

The agonizing minutes passed, Emily avoided from facing Lucius and Olivia due to the guilt that’s been weighing her down since earlier. Mister Drake turned his back against the trio as he slightly bended over and picked something up carefully, as he faced them again, he raised the crown higher. “The crown, throne and kingdom is finally yours once again.” He said with a smile. Axl bowed as Mister Drake gently placed the crown on his head. The crown sat, making Axl appear more mighty, superior and evil. The audience roared in joy and witches laughed in delight. They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect.

Because Ros is the King Of Rules Of Survival Gamer in our barangay. "Boss, what's his call? Is he the King of Ros right here that we're advised from there?" A guy together along with his pals requested and pointed at Ros who changed into gambling. I changed into going to reply in case my infatuated buddy simply confirmed up. "He is. He is. He is our great buddy." Jero stated proudly and the tone of his voice regarded to be boastful. "Yes. He is Ros. Ros is his call. Is he from right here?!" John sighed and hugged Jero.

The sound that came out of Lachlan was the sound of pure agony and desperation for need as his cock filled up with blood and his erection strained against the royal slacks. Permission was neither to be given nor granted, because whatever the Lycan Crown wanted, he took. Evren’s eyes opened for a slight moment as King Lachlan pulled him towards the dais. The clothes on Evren’s body were nothing but cheap rags that came off with ease as the king ripped them apart.

Chapter 16 Silence Reine~ The command came rushing up my throat like a Lion set free from the animal center. I stepped back, my feet touching the marble tiles. The King didn't say a word. He dropped his garment on the chair and was left with nothing but a singlet and a brief. His singlet strained as he moved, disclosing the muscles and taut body that the little singlet couldn't contain. He walked into a room, maybe his wardroom and came back, wearing a black robe. He walked to a seat and settled down on it, his eyes met mine a brief moment and he frowned.