King Leopold's Ghost Novels & Stories

Helping her on her two feet, he led her to a chair, the others in the room remained standing or sat somewhere else. Nervously, the people looked around at their high esteemed guest who were seated with people of lower ranks, none of the people in the room would believe that they would one day seat with such people. Nancy didn't know how to start with her story, however their guest just smiled at her or seemed uninterested in the situation. "Yeah well, his daughter was left under the care of Donald who had her killed when he learned the secret of her father." "So, the ghost betrays his master huh. And what was this secret for which he had to murder people for." Carmela asked.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

A vast palace loomed ahead, its entrance heavily guarded. Following a thorough security check, Adrian and Zector were granted access. They were led into the palace’s audience chamber, coming face-to-face with a vigor-filled elderly man in his sixties. It was unmistakable. This man was Leopold Oakes, the Supreme Leader of Dragoria. "Your Majesty, I have brought the individual you requested," the guard announced, bowing deeply. "Rise," commanded Leopold, waving while fixing a sharp gaze on Adrian.

Leopold had shed his previous mild and elegant demeanor, resembling a wild beast in a frenzy, his pupils bloodshot. Since hearing that Gloria had fled, he had flown back without a second thought, but there was still no trace of her. He could no longer contain himself and flew into a furious rage. "Where are my woman! When I handed her over, she was fine. Where has she gone?" Leopold roared. Derek was also on edge these past two days. A week had passed since Lucian slipped away, with no word from him. Derek had finally uncovered Lucian's identity.

Seb sinks into a chair with a sigh, “Gods, it never rains but it pours for her.” Nate nods and Seb runs his hands over his hair “Leopold is indisposed? I doubt it, he only retired because he got bored of court. I don’t think he’s ever been even remotely unwell.” Nate nods, Seb had heard stories of the old King from George. Fair and kind but easily bored, often throwing wild parties, sometimes sex parties.

She still stood by her decision to leave the mansion. The one thing I really don’t like is my own brother hovering around my woman. Yes, my woman. The moment Lilibeth Russell offered herself to me, she became mine, and what I hate most of all is when someone tries to take what belongs to me. Even if it’s my brother, I won’t stay still. What belongs to Juan belongs to Juan, and what belongs to Wade Chilton belongs only to Wade Chilton. No one can take my possessions. Even if Zaid is my brother and younger than me, I won’t hesitate to let him feel the sting of my whip.

Theo’s voice softened, but the words were blades. “The fires six years ago were not fires at all.” Kaye stumbled backward. The color drained from her face. Theo continued. “They were cover stories for something much worse.” My breath stilled. “The Moonstone Pack,” Theo said. “And the Blackwater wolves who died… they did not burn.” Kaye pressed a hand to her mouth. Theo looked directly at me as he spoke the final truth. “Jon Tulip was responsible for both packs.” The hallway fell into a silence so deep it felt alive.

The monster he never tries to keep caged. I’m reminded of that night on the balcony. When he threw that party to try and impress me. And I see the darkness I’d noticed lurking behind his eyes that day, it is out in the open now. He is worse than I thought he would be. Every ounce of uncertainty I had towards him in the past few weeks disappears. He got me confused and I second guessed my thoughts of revenge because he was pretending to be something he wasn’t. A leopard never changes its spots. I was the fool that thought there was a good part to him.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.