روايات وقصص ضمن King Of My Heart Book

She said with a sad smile. Alexander turned her to him and kissed her forehead "I might not take your father's place but I will do my heart and soul to make you happy my love.." His words were so heart melting that she felt another pull of tears from her eyes but quickly wiped them away.. They both were wearing bathrobes but suddenly her eyes went to his chest and she saw something black popping out under the robe.. It seemed kind of ink! She touched the robe and slightly remove it from his chest to see that black thing clearly.. It was a tattoo! It's written 'The King' in bold and artistic font..

She gets so happy that her juicy pink lips stretch into a happy smile but she handshakes with me being professional. Man! I'm gone case now. Why I'm behaving like a love sick puppy . I've never behaved in such manner in my entire thirty two years of life . Even I've never felt like this for any girl, never even for Kavita. When I think of SWARA, yes her name is SWARA BOSE , I feel some sensation inside my chest. She is insanely beautiful like her name.It seems like somewhere some one is playing any romantic tune in his violin. Why I'm feeling this? But it feels so good.

The two things were entirely different. Yet the king of Velmoria had not said so. He had told her, very plainly, about the wolf-debt. He had not uttered a single word about the secondary pulse in her chest, even though it was currently the loudest thing in her body in the soft yellow light of the blue chambers. And the King of Velmoria—who had carried her for three days west across his kingdom in his own arms, who had measured her shifts by candlelight in a forest clearing, and who had personally ordered the gowns in her wardrobe—was not the kind of observant man who would fail to notice a second heartbeat in the chest of the woman he held.

I will adore her forever, and I will adore our children, our grandchildren, our great grandchildren… Until one day when I am no longer alive. I snuck into Minerva to seduce the CEO, but it seems like I didn’t just find the key to the CEO’s heart… I’ve found the key to my bright future too. My heart, Jamie Lee Peyton, she is the key. . . . The end.

I need more, I need someone who will move mountains to be with me and I know I will never move on with him in my life, never get from him what my soul needs. He says nothing, just lets me walk to my room, close the door, and shut him out. Silently. I know this will be the last time I see him. I’ll get up early and go. He won’t stick around to see or even try to stop me either. He has a girlfriend to win back and I am just a thorn in that relationship that has no place in his life anymore. End of Book One – Book Two follows on.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

the only mistress who owns a king, she should be able to do so. Unfortunately, it's not so easy to do. She entered the adjoining room and there the king sat in a chair, reading a book. The book is about plantations of the land, taking steps to keep a land flourished. "You didn't announce your presence." The king said without taking his eyes away from the book. "I'm so sorry about that, my king." She drawled, coming up towards him, she rounded his back and caressed his cheek. King Lucien has never been the touchy-feely type. He pulled his cheek away from her seeking hand, even as he flipped the page of the book.

I clung to the door handle until my knuckles blanched, nails biting into my skin. I barely noticed the pain. Silent tears traced cold paths down my cheeks, falling to the floor below. I finally understood. Ryan had never wanted me. His proposal, his patience, the three years he spent pretending to love me, all of it had been for Olivia. I was not his future. I was only his penance. The voices inside continued. Caleb spoke first, his voice heavy with something that almost sounded like regret.

My heartbeat grew heavier in my ears, slower now, dragging against my ribs. What's wrong? Why do I feel this sudden dizziness? I kept my smile in place, though my grip on the glass tightened faintly as a strange heat spread through my body, subtle at first, then deeper, wrong. I lowered myself slowly to my knees between his legs. He reached for me, his fingers grazing mine where they were wrapped tightly around the wine glass. Without a word, he eased it from my grasp. The cool crystal flute slipped effortlessly into his hand, and he set it aside on the table beside him, eyes on me.

Have I fallen for the king? The answer I get in return is not what I expected. How can I love the king? How can I give my heart to a cruel king whose presence only brought pain and misery to my life? How can I? I try to bury these feelings inside my heart but I can feel my resolve shaking. Why is my heart betraying me like this? I have to choose one thing between my freedom or the king. ………………..