For The King 2 Cure Novels & Stories

The two men exchanged glances before laughing. "And that's exactly what makes this interesting," the second guard said. He was fat, broad, and his eyes carried a hunger that made my skin crawl. "The fact the King has abandoned you and you're leaving...So wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't get a taste of the pussy that's been driving the King crazy?" Fear shot through me and I immediately tried to crawl away but before I could move, the fat guard smirked and nodded toward his companion. "Hold her down, Zeke."

I said, bending to raise the loin again. The King coughed and I straightened myself. "I can help you...heal it." I completed. "Really?" He raised a brow. "Yes, that is if the King allows me to." I gave him an assuring nod. "Ha! Do not worry about your King. He owes me many debts and it's time to clear them." "Go and seat." The King ordered and I sighed, throwing a glare his way as he began to head out with the Duke of Sethum.

“You’re not the first to ask me that, Queen. And you won’t be the last. But if you want answers… you’ll have to earn them.” The tension between them thickened. Raya’s mind raced, but her body—her body responded to him in ways she didn’t understand. Her pulse thrummed under her skin, a relentless beat that grew faster the longer she stood before him. Riven, sensing the unease in the air, took a step forward, his hand resting lightly on Raya’s arm. “We’ve had enough of your games. Speak plainly. You’ve been marked. The cure is with you or rather,you know where the cure is, And the only way to save the kingdom is through you.”

“Give me the boy!” Darius intercepted him with a savage roar, driving his claws deep into his father’s chest. “You will never touch them.” The ancient king gasped, dark energy leaking from the wound. “You… have become soft. But the curse… it will consume you both eventually.” Darius twisted his claws. “The curse ends today. With you.” With one final surge of power from both Darius and Kai through their soul bond, they overwhelmed the old king. His body crumbled into shadows and dust, the ancient evil finally destroyed.

Over to the next image, "He successfully defeated them with the swipe of his sword and sent them back into the dark abyss where they belonged" "But it was too late, as they had already cursed him. A powerful spell they said, one born from their sacrifice, swept over the king and consumed him. The king was therefore cursed never to have a child and for His kingdom to come to ruins in a raging, consuming flame once his time was up." In the next image, "The King travelled far and wide in an attempt to break this curse, but no one could help him. He studied day and night, prayed and practiced all sort of sorcery, but nothing could help him".

He’d actually be dead. Kingston stands up and turns away, as do his associates. “Two hundred million,” Faith murmured, knowing she’d later regret it, but heck with it! If she didn’t get him to say yes, this was the plan. She’d steer him away from his intended aim. Everyone turns to look at Kingston, who arches his brows with modest interest. Faith straightens her back as she walks around the meeting room. “According to my sources, you intend to enter the fashion industry.”

How was it that a well-travelled, 28-year-old, male werewolf had not managed to find, their mate? "You didn't produce an heir" I lashed out at him for touching a nerve. "All the more reason, you need a mate," he spoke sternly "You don't any other family to create an heir. It's solely on you," He was right, my parents had passed away before they could have another child. My mother died in childbirth, causing the baby to be stillborn. My father, the King's brother, passed shortly after due to the pain of losing his mate and a child The king had taken on the task to raise me, as his mate was infertile. A cruel curse of the moon goddess he would say. The king hated to be reminded he couldn't

she finally asked after she caught her breath, wiping under her eyes carefully so as not to smear the mascara. Her mother huffed, looking away from her as she put away all the makeup and hair accessories. "All I said was that the King requested it because he hasn't found his mate." "He requests it of females who have the possibility to be his mate, not just every unmated female he ever interacts with," she snorted, though she didn't roll her eyes, no matter how badly she wanted to, since her mother was eyeing her in a way that made her feel like a small child again.

Knowing that I wouldn't dare do anything crazy, he left me to 'tend' for the flowers and plants. Although it was tiring, I still enjoyed it to some extent. I learnt so many new plants and flowers, also with their usage. But there was one plant that I tried my best to avoid. 'The valcitate.' In order to groom the plants, which was a total of three, I wrapped my nose with my kerchief to prevent myself from inhaling its sweet-bitter smell. "You're done?" I heard the king say. I turned to see him dressed in a black coat which he buttoned up. It looks like he still wore the same trousers from this morning.

Steeling myself against his onslaught of hate filled scorn, I held my ground. "I am well aware of who you are, Lucian" My voice shook with barely contained rage as I spat, "Perhaps I am just a flea, but even a flea can be a nuisance. And being a king doesn't make you invincible. The curse that binds you is your Achilles heel compelling you to obey me like a puppet on a string. So, it looks like you will be answering to this flea."