His Queen Her King Novels & Stories

Though phrased as a question, his tone was clearly brimming with certainty, yet he still gentlemanly observed proper etiquette. “Mmm… I… I don’t know… down there… it’s so itchy…” She spoke anxiously and incoherently, her delicate, lovely face filled with helpless desire. Her legs crossed restlessly, rubbing against each other in an attempt to ease the intense desire burning in her most intimate place. That sense of emptiness surged ceaselessly from the depths of her flower, a sensation that even her intertwined legs and the confined space between them could not alleviate. She sobbed helplessly as desire burned through her jade-like, smooth, white body—sensual and wanton, yet innocent and lus

"Seventeen, Sir." The king nodded thoughtfully, his tsked as he kissed his teeth. "Hmm, seventeen." He mused, his gaze lingering on her face. "Almost a woman." "Not for another few months," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing with colour at her own audacity. He called her a woman. She flushed from the embarrassment of how greatly the word pleased her. And the colour crept down her neck. The king's response was unexpected. He reached out and gently brushed two fingers over her cheek. "I see," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

They didn't like the fact that I was here to begin with and now, I had brought another woman to the throne. “So Elders, even though that is not the present situation, I would like to let you know that I am the first and only wife of the king and that is the same way that it will remain. Nothing will change it. I don't care if a thousand women come and say that they were pregnant for the King. My son will remain the heir. And no, you're not doing the King a favor by not telling him to marry this… person because he will not. I say so.” “My Queen, I believe the King should speak for himself -”

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

Only one Queen. This was not some drama or novels where a gorgeous, arrogant, overbearing filthy rich Prince fell in love with a commoner and lived happily ever after. This was reality! If he chose Sisley, for sure, without a doubt, his family would disown him. It was not like; he was the only one who was a male in the family. He still have cousins vying for the throne. He just so happened to be the oldest male next to his father and uncle.

she said, devilishly. Her hands flapped like an excited bird before she positioned them gently to her abdomen nobly, like a royal queen. The Alpha king is no longer that of nobility, but a prisoner to her. Her sole property and possession. "As you wish, my queen," Shawn replied. Then, he stood aside and Queen Isle sauntered past him as they both left the room.

The King said, ''You're talking about sacrificing your daughter to Zeze, how could you. "The Queen said, '' My daughter? we both know that she might not be mine, she is a whore just like you. "The King said, The Queen quickly slapped him with a tear rolling down her face the air in the room was intense. ''I don't care what you think of me but, I am not dying on the behalf of a whore can you tell me honesty are you ready to die for the Novella? "The King said,

James begin to fray at the edges, and it lit me up hotter than anything he'd done to me on the floor. "Look at you," I breathed, throwing his own words back at him, rocking down harder, taking him deeper. "The whole city on its knees to you and you're flat on your back letting a woman use you. Letting me." I ground down and he groaned, a wrecked broken sound punched out of the bottom of his chest, his hips twitching up despite himself. "That's the real crown, King. Not out there. Not the towers." I rolled my hips slow and filthy and watched his eyes nearly roll back. "This.Me. On top of you. Choosing to be here."

I said, “As I heard, the queen is really sick,” Levi responded while taking my sword to check. “At least she didn’t call Kate, too.” “Yes.. I mean no, there is nothing about Kate, I have no problem with Kate becoming the next Queen.” My elder sister Kate. She had been my sister and companion since childhood. Our mother, the greatest Alpha Queen, was always consumed by her duties, leaving Kate and the servants to care for me. Unlike me, Kate had short black hair, she was always sharp and confident. Our mother adored her, nurturing her in ways I could only watch from afar. I may have looked like my mother, but I rarely saw her, and the distance between us had always been clear.

It seemed she pushed me back so she could spend some time with his lycan. "The name is King. Don't worry, I pushed him back so we could spend some time together. You're very beautiful, my mate. What's your name?" "The name is Queen. Tell your human that if he lets another female kiss him, I won't be blamed for what Kayla will do next time. I stopped her from killing that b***h, so consider her lucky to be alive right now. She's not sure about him. She feels that her grandfather is the king. He needs to give her some time." He nodded, holding her hand in his. He sat beside her on the log. As they talked to each other for a few hours, it seemed Queen and King had been around for many years. Th