King Library 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.

After that, it was time for me to get ready to meet the so-called king. I’ve heard a lot about King Cullen. I know he’s handsome and is rich. He has one of the strongest Kingdoms in North America. He is the king of all clans over there. So it intrigued me to know what he wanted to talk about. After a quick shower, I put on a sheer black dress, high stockings, and black heels. My hair was loose, and I wore some makeup. As I put my rings on, Liam walks in and lets me know he is on his way. He told me he had passed the entrance. Nodding, I walk out with Liam in tow.

I blinked my eyes several time to get that clear view of Rox’s face from the close up, but all I can see is a blur. “You must present yourself to the King.” Rox stepped backwards and to the side, revealing something in front of my bleary view. In front of me, instead of sitting on the throne, there is a person with a glowing crown emblem occupying his lower jaw. The golden light from it is distinct, too distinct that it attracts me more to it, despite the person, is being shackled with chains of flesh. My view cleared for a few moment, giving me a brief idea that the King Rox said is probably him.

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

"Alone. This morning." The word *alone* was doing particular work in that sentence. "When?" Kael said. "Now, Your Highness." --- The King's private library was a room Kael had been inside fewer than a dozen times in his life. It was not the Royal Library, which was a public institution. This was different—smaller, personal, occupying a corner of the King's wing that most of the palace's residents didn't know existed. The books were old. Not decoratively old, the way the formal reception rooms used antique volumes as aesthetic objects, but *actually* old, the kind of old that meant they had been used and were still being used, their spines worn and their pages marked.

Kylie asked while taking large sips of her water. She was referring to Galbraith, the head and lord of the Lion King tribe and the scion of the Kingsman family where she resided. Kylie was supposed to be given details of her first Labour today, and the one who was supposed to brief her was the Crowned Lion King, Galbraith. When she returned from school with Jack and Davies, they had been told that Galbraith had left to address a few issues and would be back later in the day. It was night, but the Crowned Lion King had still not returned. Kylie could not help but feel anxious about his delayed return.

He nodded seriously, his eyes still looking at her adoringly while the light in the library was bright, but Parie is so dense that she just seen this as his kindness. "Yes, not even mother." He joked back. Parie laughed at Kinarse playing along with her. Kinarse lead Parie to the kingdom's royal library, one that is hard to enter unless you have the authority of the royal family, a scholar sponsored by the family, a noble of the highest lineage, or the librarian. Also, to enter this library, you must have a golden keycard that allows you to open the door, and the library has five doors for each section; much like a level but only the fifth door can be entered by a royal.

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

I lean forward, playing with his stray baby hairs and his now bushy beard. "My name is Henry King, 26 years old, Alpha of Red Fire pack of the northern mountains and the king of Alphas, descendant of the last living monarch of werewolves. I have special abilities to control fire, I used to live with humans where I got military training for 6 years. I build robots in my spare time and own multiple businesses." He licks his lips, catching his breath. That much I know about him. "I have only ever been in 2 relationships, which lasted about 5 months each. I am by no means a celibate man." He finally stops and sucks in a breath.

Her sister, sick and vulnerable, would pay the price for her foolishness. “Which pack are you from?” Kaelen demanded, his tone clipped. He needed information, facts, anything to anchor himself in the face of this maelstrom of emotion. “Silver… Silver Creek, Your Majesty,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Silver Creek,” he repeated, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a small, unassuming pack, known for its quiet diligence, not for producing powerful mates. He ran a hand through his dark hair, dislodging a cloud of flour. He felt trapped, cornered by fate in this dusty, forgotten corridor. He wanted to rage, to roar his frustration to the uncaring stone walls. But he cou