King Of Kings Chapter 1 Perfume の小説・ストーリー

he said. his eyes returned to were Elizabeth was,she was seated at this side very close to him, he geture toward the guard and whispered something to him. the guard immediately walk up to Elizabeth whispering to Elizabeth. she got up immediately and her chair was shifted backward "The king doesn't like the smell of vanilla please bare with him" his right hand man said to Elizabeth as she was pushed to the far hand of the seat. immediately Maria father who stood behind him said so. the king glared at him with an eye that said who sent you to apologise, but he decided to say nothing . he nodded to the servant in waiting, immediately chattering could be heard as the all made their self busy on

She was too focused on the story to hear Viishaun's footsteps. "Kyaahhhh!" She screamed in spooky, and before she knew it, the book had flown and struck the king's face. She immediately stood up and bowed her head while apologizing. However, Viishaun's attention had averted on a page presented to him as he flipped the book. He raised his eyebrow and read the context as follows, "I want to hear you scream my name as I melt you in my tongue." "What?! Don't give that criticizing look," Scheriziel screamed as she tried to snatch the book, but the king was too tall for her to grab the book as he raised his hand.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

I put her down on the seat there and was expecting a kiss from her but instead, she yelled at me, which raged me through, I only wanted her to be mine. But that smell, that perfume of hers, she always wears that disgusting perfume, it was made of jasmine flowers, I am allergic to those flowers. I moved away from her, and went straight to the main hall, XiLiang was already there to meet me, I hugged him the moment I saw him, "Long live the king...!" he kneeled before me but I don't want him to do that but I couldn't stop him either. This is what a king's life is, even my real brother needs to show courtesy.

I'd feel different, like there was something I needed and only he could give me. I now stood right in front of him, staring at him as he stared down at me. He brushed his slender fingers on my cheeks. The touch sends electrifying jolts up my spine. "You smell of sand and-" He frowned, grabbing my hand and pulling me closer. I gasped, falling on the King and he growled. "You smell like Men." He pushes my chin up and I look at him. Of course, I'll smell like Men. I work with them all day, and today, I wrestled mud with only Clarissa and three men.

"Smell this and see." I frowned and gave him a quizzical look but moved closer to smell it. As expected, the unfinished perfume only smelled like a mixture of the ingredients used, nothing special. "It does smell very usual now, doesn't it?" Kingsley asked. I nodded subconsciously. Kingsley then picked up a nearby distilling flask and put a drop of some of the liquid inside into the bottle. Instantly, my keen sense of smell caught a quick whiff of the scent. It was warm but invigorating, like a winter sun capable of melting snow and ice, bringing about the bloom of all flowers in spring.

Fall for me, and then I’ll steal your crown and throne, King. Even with that thought, he couldn’t stop laughing. 'Oh, the things I’ll do for revenge.' Fueled by alcohol-induced boldness, he discreetly entered King’s room. His eyes wandered, taking in how clean and fragrant it was. It smelled like oakmoss—earthy, woody, sensual, with hints of musk and amber. He patiently waited for King to finish his bath, fighting off the drowsiness from the liquor. When King finally emerged, fresh from the shower, Kane’s breath hitched.

Phoebe stands at the doors near the guards waiting to be invited to join, but mercilessly ignored. His scent envelops me as I take my seat. A servant silently pulling the chair for me to sit, as if furniture moved on its own on the whims of the monarch. The soothing smell of lemon thyme and rain soaked evergreens, like a warm hug for my weary body. I longed to lean into him. Delicately trace my fingers along his ridges and curves. Instead I sit stiffly straight, a small smile resting on my face. “There is no reason for pretense. If you are to mate my grandson you must accept that I will speak plainly and directly.” The King begins. “My directives are never optional and I demand unconditional

I walked past, my steps light, my head lifted as I went straight to the shelf, where I had forgotten my cleaning cloth. I reached for it, my finger tips brushing the surface, when I felt a gust of wind. I didn't get the chance to react, before I was spun around by strong hands, my back hitting the shelf was a small gasp. The King stood before me, towering over me. "What're you," he started, his voice rough, "deaf now?" My breath caught in my throat. He was so close, close enough that I could smell the mint in his breath, could catch his strong, male scent.

the King murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in Aiden’s chest, "of the look you are giving me?" The King lowered his head, bringing their faces inches apart. The scent of him hit Aiden then—sandalwood, leather, and the sharp tang of metal. "I... I’m not giving Your Majesty any look," Aiden stuttered, his pulse jumping in his throat. He tried to look away, but the grip on his chin tightened, forcing him to hold eye contact. The King’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile. "Uh hun, yes you are." "What?" Aiden breathed, the word barely a whisper.