Khal Drogo Novels & Stories

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

I growl, when Malik resurfaces. He shrugs, sloshing his way back through the water toward me. Folding my arms over my chest protectively, I watched the bare chested man approach. He's too handsome for his own good. Even with his hair dripping wet, he looks like some kind of God emerging from his sea kingdom... What in the world am I thinking? I roll my eyes internally at my own stupidity.

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo. “On my mark, we are going to leave…”

It’s inside seemed way bigger than it’s outside. While admiring the wide living room and its insanely beautiful big chandelier, the pack members gathered in front of us again. “Welcome once again, Miss Jessica.” They greeted me in harmony, and I slightly bowed, letting out a smile. “Thank you,” I answered and turned to look at Alpha Kilhan. “So, I’ll start the introduction. This…” he pointed to the young, good-looking man who offered me his hand at the car door. “This is Drex, and he’s one of my Betas.”

I hope not her thoughts were loud in her head as he took some time to look at his phone. “You mentioned being an RJ, can you do recordings?” He asked. “Sure, I can,” She said, the most confident she ever was with her voice, Sanjha was not the best but the skills she developed there were something she had as her foundation. “Great, take a look at this script, “he handed her the phone, there was a script for the STRIGHTLINE, and she instantly recognized who must have written this. “This is written by Sundar sir?” She asked, well, are you allowed to ask questions in an interview to the interviewer? Said and done already.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

I halt at the sight of Drogo sitting on the couch, his buttons undone, revealing his cracked, tattooed chest. His head is lowered, raven hair falling forward and covering most of his face. His chest heaves as if struggling to breathe, and a bead of sweat trails along the curve of his chiseled jaw before dropping to the floor. His heavy breathing tears through the house's silence I stand frozen, torn between turning back and getting the glass of water I came for. My throat is dry, and I know the water would help steady my nerves. Swallowing hard, I take slow, careful steps toward the kitchen, the cold floor biting into my bare feet.