Novel & Cerita Hadassah: One Night With The King

But since that doesn’t happen, I feel the heat rise to my eyes, transforming into nervous stammering. “Oh, my God, hi… I mean, sorry. What you saw there, well, that’s not what I…” My words tumble over themselves, shame dripping from every syllable as I extend my hand to greet him. “No need to apologize, miss,” Asher replies, his voice filled with a politeness that only deepens my nervousness. “What King Caelum does in private, with anyone, is entirely his business and no one else’s.” The neutrality in his tone is almost reassuring, yet at the same time, I feel a pang of dread. Does he see me as just another mate of the king? A gold-digger looking for social advancement?

"Oh..yes... Oh my..." Roseline moaned rhythmetically, feeling the movement of his d!'ck inside of her. She held him so tight as he increased his pace, and the rest of the night was fun for them. ****************** Next morning, Roseline had woken up alone on the bed She itched her eyes and took a slow glance around the room. The King wasn't in. Then she sat up and adjusted her dress to cover her properly. God! Last night had been so extraordinary. Like, the King had almost killed her - this she enjoyed it.

I noticed she sleeps a lot. We found Tristan and Henry leaning casually against a gray car. Tristan's arms were crossed, his head turned in our direction the moment we stepped out. "Well, well, look who's here," Henry called out teasingly. "Our future queen." I offered a forced smile. Henry's gaze shifted to Ama. "And you—don't you know how to smile at least?" Ama rolled her eyes. "That's none of your business." His eyes widened, mock offense all over his face.

It made me feel a bit safe. I slid into the skimpy dress Maria gave me, and I felt and looked absolutely sexy. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, and it was perfect. You know that "love at first sight" feeling you have with an outfit you just wore? That was exactly how I felt. But deep down, I felt my belly tie to a knot because I didn't know what it would be like stripping for the Mafian King himself. "You'll be fine, don't worry. I have never heard he hurt a woman,"

Dressed in war attire with his dark silver hair tied up in a loose man bun, some rogue strands kissing his ethereal face. His aura was so strong, that an oblivious one wouldn't even have to struggle to point out who was the King of Kings among the men sitting under the tent. Fruits and drinks were settled in front of them but they remained untouched. Sasha stood there like a statue, oblivious that she was looking extremely odd while standing there and staring at them but to her the time had stilled, voices had turned hazy and the only focus was him. The serious expression that was kissing his face was new to her eyes. All he ever was a cocky bastard.

we whisper after a moment of staring into her eyes and she shakes her head as if I am wrong to think that. "The world doesn't deserve anything, brother. Only two things matter to this world, living and dying. We are living to die...( She looks away from us to stare at the wall strangely) You are the new King, brother. Rage and torture pushed your body to the next level. Something I didn't know existed... But it happened. You need to make the most of it. For once we have the advantage... I am making the most of it. I slept on a real bed. I... Ate food that wasn't spoiled. I showered with warm water. Make the most of this opportunity," Adeline says sounding distant and weird.

I loved him more than I love myself and that b*st*rd for a king took him away from me. I must kill him. I'll make that psychopath cry...that's for sure. "Manuel...there's a call from the spy" Castro said behind me. I sighed and turned softly at him. I snatched the ringing phone from him a d put it on speaker. "Speak" I ordered grumpily. "King Lee just left the palace with his third wife - princess Anna with no escorts..." The voice said sardonically. My eyes dimmed. Whaaat? *

Hadassah was robed all in scarlet satin and blood velvet, her eyes as blue as the great ruby that glistened at her throat as if it too were on sea. "How does it feel without power?" She asked him, pausing walking for a bit. "Feels great," he grimaced hard. His squires stepped up to attend him. Ezekiel watched as his son Devan pulled a long padded glove over the king's right hand. The boy wore a cream-colored doublet with a fiery heart sewn on the breast. Sryrn was similarly garbed as he tied a stiff leather cape around His Highness's neck. "Why are you still thinking about your son? He and your bitch wife aren't alive anyway," Hadassah glanced at him with hatred in her eyes after a long time

“Soph?” The king’s voice echoed over the phone again and she realized he was waiting for her to respond. “I understand, my king, please take care of yourself,” She responded to him. “I will, you do the same and I will see you once I get back,” He said and hung up. She missed him immediately the line went dead. “I guess I have to sleep alone tonight, cons of hooking up with the king,”

The guy really didn't give a damn of who was in presence, she chuckled to herself. She flipped through the book mindlessly, her mind on the man getting dressed a few distance away from her. Soon enough, he finished dressing up and Ava finally looked up. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the breathtakingly, handsome guy before her. He looked every bit as powerful and handsome as the Alexander King she had heard of. She stared on dreamily, wondering what kind of guy he was before he got into the accident.