King And The Sting Novels & Stories

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

Kane asked, twirling his wine glass without looking at King. “What?” King’s tone was playful and mischievous, unlike his usual cold and stoic demeanor. Kane turned to face him, once again struck by his eyes. He was furious but knew better than to lash out. “How does it feel, enjoying a company you stole and living with the hideous things you’ve done?” His voice dripped with sarcasm. His anger had never faded after all these years, and his goal remained unchanged—he wanted the man before him to suffer.

I won her. "And I know it was you, who helped her in planning all this," I said walking towards her. "You knew that I won her and better knew that I don't share my things. And moreover, you knew that In any condition I won't let her go any fucking where." I spatted earning a loud voice from the King. (Aur hum jaante hai vo aap thi, jisne uski madad ki ye sab karne me. Aap jaanti thi ki usse humne jeeta hai and aap ye bhi jaanti this Hume hamari cheeje baatna katayi pasand nahi or sabse achi tarah ye jaanti thi ki kisi bhi surat me hum usse yaha se nahi jaane denge)

"How fucking dare you sleep in the same bed as him and not me." Another slap caused my body to jerk at the pain. "You belong to me and not him. I'm your King." I tried not to tense but let the strikes flowed through my body. It needed this. Yearned to be dominated by my King. It went on and on until my vision blurred with tears. For each slap, Prince Mitchalus mentioned what they were for. Each I could understand. Three slaps were for worrying him. Three more were because I never listened when he told me not to listen to the sorceress on the beach. Four spanks were for calling King Marvelon my King. I got another four for even thinking he was my King. Six smacks were added because he caught

The king roared. “I didn’t steal it, please believe me, my king, I did not steal from you,” She cried. She couldn’t look at him, she wasn’t supposed to look at the king’s face when he is talking so her head remained bowed. “You liar, you bloody liar, you know where the diamonds are and I want you to tell me where they are,”

She swore. The King stepped away from the wall, walking over to the piano forte. As he approached, Gwen's heart raced with anticipation, unsure of what to expect next. She watched in rapt attention as he reached out to brush his fingers lightly across the keys, eliciting a soft, melodic whisper from the instrument. The sight of him at the piano forte sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but admire the graceful way in which he moved, his presence commanding yet strangely captivating. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, seeing the king engaged in something so intimate and personal.

“She carries the Mother’s blessing. The True King will seek her … after he is awaken. His children has already began preparing for his return.” Unable to respond to such nonsense, Niquel could only tighten his fists. “What are you talking about?” he said through gritted teeth. “The True King, the Mother of Fertility … a bunch of fabricated stories that were made to make us feel like we were more than an accident in this world. Solaris makes no mistakes. He alone rules the skies.”

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? *

This staff became Keith’s obsession, a constant reminder of his illegitimate rule. Today, as King Keith Alexander entered the grand palace, his presence commanded attention. Dressed in a golden robe with a shining crown on his head, he exuded an air of authority. His long grey hair was tied back, and his electric blue eyes scanned the room with a cold, calculating gaze. He ascended the steps to the throne, his eyes lingering on the diamond-carved staff that rested beside it. The staff seemed to mock him, its power just out of reach. “Your Majesty,” a man greeted, bowing deeply as Keith took his seat on the throne. The king’s attention remained fixed on the staff, his mind racing with plans t