King Library Novels & Stories

I smile which also makes a smile fill his face too, we're getting there. Around an hour later I was waving goodbye to Kyle, we had a long conversation about it all. He still wasn't pleased that I couldn't tell him much and about me letting Cyrus go. I promised him when I could explain why I would. I turn around making my way back down the corridor when I was stopped by a butler. "The King wishes to see you in the garden, ma'am" he says bowing his head, oh that's someone else I have to face.

"Okay, now listen to me carefully. You need to get out of here, and you need to do it quick. I don't know how longer I can hold my senses. The aphrodisiac is quite powerful. Can you do that?" Sophia nodded again, her big eyes fixed on the man's face. Despite everything that had happened, she felt safe around him. His words and his touch gave her a sense of security that she hadn't ever felt with Marvin or anyone else that she could remember. "Good. Listen, when you get to the door. Open it. The key card is right there on the table. Shut this room's door and make your way to Room 128. Knock on the door three times, and if your companions are in, they will let you in. You understand, kitty?"

Classic and trendy have merged into one at this place. Claude casually picked up a magazine outside the shop to look at it and discovered that it had posted a photo of Derek Thomas and Martha Clare's wedding. The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World."

“Then you are being a lazy, mediocre whore. You should come every night to the King’s room to keep him happy.” I hiss at him, my head momentarily shifting to that of a wolf. Harbin only smiles. He knew I can’t hurt him. “Sit down, Kaiya. And calm yourself down.” I did as I’m told and placed another biscuit in my mouth. “I think you already know that the King misses you.” “I know,” I say, still glaring at him. “The library section for all the King’s gifts to you is getting filled up.” “I will stop him from giving me more,” I say.

Lizzy said dramatically. I rolled my eyes. “Will you tell me what’s going on, Lizzy, or will I have to drag every single word out of you?” Just as I said that, a chilly voice cut through the air. It was the king’s second wife, Queen Gladys. “My son, Prince Lincoln, is coming home tonight,” she announced, casting me a disdainful look. “I believe Mrs Zulu taught you everything. I want you to prepare his favourite meals, and I want everything to be spotless and elegant for his arrival; I also want his room and one of the guest rooms to be prepared. Do you understand?” She demanded.

Heath shook his head, organized the documents, and handed them to Aurora, "These are for you." Aurora was surprised, "All these for me? Is your company going bankrupt or something?" Heath and Kieran just looked at each other. "Just kidding. What is this?" Aurora opened a document labeled "KING Project." "The preliminary concept and later development of the KING Project," Heath explained. Aurora flipped through it, confused, "What's the KING Project?" "It's a long story. Basically, it's a plan to train special elite forces, forming a team for special missions," Heath said succinctly.

Charlie’s footsteps echoed too loudly in the open space, each one a reminder that he did not belong here. A woman waited near the entrance, tablet in hand. “Emily Bell,” she said briskly, eyes flicking over Charlie with professional curiosity rather than warmth. “I’ll be handling your public schedule and media training.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Jonah will oversee your security,” Dexter added. “House staff already know the rules.” Rules. Charlie’s shoulders tightened. They showed him the house in fragments rather than a whole living room, dining area, gym he would never use, office he was not to enter without permission. Every space was open, minimalist, devoid of clutter o

The warm morning sun shun on Kendra’s face, waking her from her uneasy sleep. There were dark bags under her puffy, blood shot eyes. Her arm ached from where the IV was tugged last night, but at least it wasn't actively hurting, and it didn't seem like she had accidently caused any bleeding. Breathing a sigh of relief, she then rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, Her stomach was tied up in knots, because today was the day that she was going to meet the King, and he was going to annoyance if she was truly an Alpha or not. He was able to smell it on someone. Most higher ranked Lycans were able to, actually, but the King was able to do it without a shadow of a doubt, something

Eli Work-study kept me busy six hours a week in the library stacks. Most students didn’t even know these back sections existed. I reshelved books, fixed the catalog, and handled old collections that needed extra care. I didn’t mind the monotony. The library felt grounded. No fake smiles, no loud performances. Just quiet rooms and old paper.

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.