Novel & Cerita Euphoria Lily King

They looked proud and above all, authority and power floated in the air. I walked beside the King, arms touching his. The King looked at me, a brief meeting of the eyes and then his eyes went to his arms and then he stopped. "King Damien." The King of Latoli, greeted with a raise of his glass. I looked around and he was the only young King amongst them all. Damien? I looked up at the King, his eyes on the men that were seated. His name was Damien? I had overhead one of the maid, saying his father had named his Victory and for that reason, he has son every war.

The next morning, I wake, wrapped up around my mate. Last night was the most incredible night of my life. I’m not sure if it was all four of us participating mentally, or if it is that Lily has finally, fully accepted her place as the future queen of Araphyra, but I’ve never had that intense of an orgasm. I had thought it couldn’t get better than our first night, but every time I’m with Lily, it gets better and better.

I understood the information my Lycan beast was trying to pass but before I could act, Byron announced, “Gammas Of Royal Hills, Capture Kovan, the dethroned King.” What? Byron looked me in the eyes, “For a new king to be installed, the previous one must be six feet below the ground of the Royal Lycan Tomb, Right, Healers?” None of the healers could respond. None except Lulu who blurted, “You are planning to Kill the King so you can be installed as King?”

Lily added as I chuckled nodding my head “Anyway, I have to get back to work. These girls wont work without constantly supervising” Lily said about to get up but Freya pulled her down so that she could sit down. “No. Let them breath please and enjoy your day,” he said to lily as I gulped down everything in my glass. “I don’t feel too well, I will just lay down for a minute,” I said to them trying t o get up as Lily placed her hand on my forehead. “You are burning up” She said to me as she looked at Freya.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

Lily prepared a bath, and Jane got in to bathe in the hot water. As Lily stepped out of the bedchamber, she bumped into someone. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was handsome. The lion on his robe symbolized supreme power. His hair was restrained, and he wore a gold and amethyst crown. Every step he took gave off a majestic aura. It had to be the king. Upon seeing his face for the first time, Lily was stunned. She hadn’t expected him to be this handsome. He looked like an incubus from a book that was adept in the art of seduction.

Too weak to lift a muscle. Words were commanded and whispers swirled but none got to my ears and made perfect sense. All I knew was the ropes loosening, the rough hands freeing me from the block, and then… I collapsed. Hands caught me before I fully hit the ground. Multiple sets, lifting, carrying, moving me somewhere that wasn't the block and that was honestly all I needed to know. Words floated above me, disconnected, reaching my ears in pieces. "What kind of spell did she cast on the almighty Lycan King that he showed mercy on a stray… an intruder… a spy to be precise."

"That's nothing to me. Use it. You may retire to your home and use it to rest. However, remember that the king is not turning a blind eye to his people. He knows the people's suffering." The old woman nodded. "All hail the Lycan King! All hail King Lucius!" she declared. "Thank you so much, young man. You make me realize there is still goodness in this place." "There is. You're not just looking," the Lycan King said and turned his back at her and resumed his steps to wherever he went. Grinning from ear to ear, I followed him as we entered the Grand Entrance of the marketplace while smiling at the flowers. “The flowers smelled even better because of what you did.”

“I heard the Lycan King has been questioning how they treat the pack members… keeps their hands tied for the moment.” I scoffed. “The Lycan King? I’m sure he’s profiting from it somehow. That man… he’s a king of tyranny himself.” The memory of his kiss flashed in my mind, and my heart skipped—betraying my words. Sophia didn’t notice. She only shrugged. “Well… maybe. But seeing how he handles these things… it’s not the behavior of a leader blind to suffering. He even made sure your mother had a proper burial.”

Wesley stepped protectively in front of me, one hand resting on the hilt of the silver sword the headmaster had given him. “If you want to reach her,” he said coldly, “you’ll have to go through me.” The woman gave a soft laugh. “The Lycan King.” “I’ve heard so much about you.” Her gray eyes shifted toward Liam. “And the Dawson heir.” She inclined her head with mock courtesy. “It seems Willowbrook has sent its finest.” Liam tightened his grip on the Staff of Aether. “You know who we are.” “I know everything about you.” Her gaze returned to me.