King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume Novels & Stories

I realize it is a harp of solid gold. Everything comes together in an instant. The gold, the harp, the bed, and the extravagance are clues to where I am. This is the King's private chambers. "Bathsheba," A warm voice grumbles lowly. I turn around. As I take in the chiseled features of my King I notice his red, wavy hair has grown longer since the last time I saw him. His pink lips spread in a kind smile, but my stomach churns inside of me. I sink to my knees and lower my cloth covered head. My eyes drift to the floor but are jerked upward when he brushes a finger against the bottom of my chin.

Rose breathed in relief. Soon her mates will come here and save her. The door opened with a force and she saw the rouge King standing there in front of her with a wicked smirk there on his face. "Shall we start from where we left, Queen?" He asked and his eyes darken in lust as his eyes raked over her body. Rose felt her blood turning cold hearing him. *** Your thoughts on the chapter? Do tell me in the review box or comment it down here. I would love to hear your thoughts regarding the chapter.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

The current title was Queen, which made me wonder if there was no Luna at all. I don't know. It's their kingdom, and I won't attempt to grasp everything right away. That's my new mantra. Too irked to continue, I finally proceeded to open the book of spells. As usual, I couldn't help but breathe in the smell of papers, which was astonishingly refreshing.

I poke my head out again, just in time to hear King Kier say, “When you wish to speak of it, I’ll be here. Always.” The King shuts the door and he leans his forehead against it, sighing softly as his palm remains on the oak. Even from here, I can feel the tension crackling through him. Must be someone really important. After a moment of seemingly collecting himself, he strides down the opposite direction. I listen for the heavy thud of his boots, and when I can hear them no more, I slink out of my hiding place, headed straight for the door. I wait outside for a moment, reeling in my excitement, and I reach for the door knob, twisting it. The first thing that hits me is the stench of blood an

The chance that the king couldn't read her mind shouldn't be wasted. King Alano brought his face closer. Alexa's distinctive body odor made him addicted. "Alexa. You know what? Your scent makes me almost lose control." "What does the king mean?" Alexa is getting scared. She tried to move away, but her waist was held by the king's hand.

I don't want to be reminded of my mother when I kiss or make love to my woman. After a few minutes of throwing out many more ridiculous names, her eyes widen and she flicks her fingers. "I've got it, are you ready for this?." I roll my eyes knowing she is once again going to spew a weird name. "Hit me." She claps her hands and spread it out like my name is being spelt in the air. "KING" How original I almost laugh. But as soon as the word left her lips, my wolf jerked in response. Oh damn.

My mouth formed an O as I showed my surprise, but little did I know more surprise was still coming. King went on his knees, just below where I lay. His hands held my feet, making me feel his warmth. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Getting his scent off your body,” he replied, his voice deep again. A kiss planted on my leg made me understand what he meant by getting his scent off my body. Typically, he wanted me to be filled with his scent, his sweat, his cologne, and now everything that was his. What a jealous King. He kissed my leg up to my lap, waking all the nerves in my body. I held his hair with one hand, my other holding onto the sheet, while I spread my legs further apart.

I whimper out trying to escape the forbidden fruit of his pheromone-based scent, and whatever enthralled spell he had me under before denying the orgasm I didn’t know I could need that badly. Chapter 1.13 Cupcake with Rainbow Frosting, By Vince

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.