Ending The Day With The King Inside Me Novels & Stories

Seeing King was exactly what I needed and still, I'm torn apart when he leaves. I lay awake for hours thinking about him-his scent, his taste, and how his body feels when he becomes part of me. Ms. Beast likes these thoughts and for the most part only purrs in contentment. When my sadness overflows over King leaving me, and I can no longer take it, I switch to making plans. Beginning tomorrow, things will change even if it means grabbing the president by the balls and discovering what the heck is going on. Sitting in my room like a good little Federation follower isn't getting me anywhere.

She quickly ran out of the room ,I sat on the bed angry and tried ,I just want to go home to my family why can't he just understand , I was murmuring to Myself when the door opened . "I believe you are not deaf go and tell the king am not having dinner with him " " I don't think there is any need for that val " I raised my head up to see who it was lo and behold it was the king . " Let me go ,Let me out of here I don't love you please let me " " I asked to have dinner with you but you rejected me so I decided to bring the dinner to you " " What " I was still trying to process everything, When some servants walked into the room with a table and two chair in less than ten seconds the table wa

My body tensed in panic, my heart beating a frantic rhythm as his face hovered close. “When I enter this room,” Kael said, his voice like ice cracking on a lake, “You rise. You do not sit there like some cowardly, wide-eyed rodent waiting for death.” His grip tightened, sending another pulse of pain through my head. I whimpered, trembling beneath him. “I would want nothing more,” he continued, his voice darker now, “than to punish you. Over and over. Just for the pleasure of watching you break.” I swallowed hard. “Y-Yes…” I choked, the word bitter on my tongue. “Yes… my king.”

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

She sighed and narrowed her eyes comfortably. Mr. King is sitting at the end of the bed. The sound of running water in the bathroom is clear and constantly stirring his nerves. He turned his head as if he could see the delicate and beautiful silhouette through the frosted glass. After his glances, he suddenly felt hot, and there seemed to be a heat flow on his body, which made him extremely unbearable. Mr. King narrowed his eyes and gently buckled the corner of the bed. It seemed that only in this way could he extinguish the temptation in his mind!

Corvin’s eyes softened, not with kindness, but with recognition. “Good,” the king said. “It would be dull if you were simple.” He walked to the wardrobe on the far wall, opened it, and withdrew a folded cloth. A shirt, simple linen. He held it out. Elowen didn’t move. “Put it on,” Corvin said. “Does my nudity offend you?” “No,” the king said, tone flat. “But it distracts you. And right now, I want your mind.” Elowen’s breath stuttered once, quick, internal, almost invisible.

Dear kind readers, I’m excited to share that The King’s Possession has finally reached its conclusion. I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to each of you for your patience, support, and love throughout this journey. I know the ending may feel a bit hanging, and some of you might still be longing for more of Isabel and Tristan’s story, but this is the way I always intended for their tale to end. Your enthusiasm and dedication have meant the world to me, and I’m incredibly grateful to have had such lovely readers who have stuck with this story until the very last page.

My lips were still tingling, swollen and hot from the absolute dominance of his mouth. I kissed him back. The realization felt like a heavy, suffocating weight on my lungs. I had willingly surrendered to the monster who tore my life apart. I crawled into the massive king-sized bed hours later, the vast emptiness of the mattress doing nothing to soothe the violent conflict raging in my soul. I closed my eyes, praying for the oblivion of sleep to save me from my own treacherous mind. ~~~ When my eyes snapped open in the dead of the night, the room was draped in dense, suffocating shadows. The storm outside had passed, leaving behind a heavy, echoing silence.

She waited, whoever it was, she was sure it wasn’t the king. “I spoke too soon,” Sophie lamented when the king walked in. For once, he didn’t come through the connecting door which is why she didn’t think he was the one and it was daytime. “Are you surprised to see me during the day and sober?” He asked. She so wanted to scoff and tell him it doesn’t make any difference but she didn’t want to be rude to the king today. “Your Majesty” She greeted, ignoring his question. “Sophie, I saw that video you did, what were you trying to prove by recording it?”

I fired, enough of her tantrum. “You have a sharp mouth for someone who lost the bet and is no longer a student after this dinner.” “At least let me enjoy the moment now,” I said back. I told the DJ to play “The day I will see you”, one of King’s songs. The song was filled with emotions like he was yearning for something. “Searched all the cities Searched everywhere Even held parties You were never there The day I will see you Never letting you go Gonna hug you tighter