King's Lover Novels & Stories

Silence fell hard between us. “Okay?” he repeated, his voice sharp now. “That’s all you have to say?” I finally looked at him. One thing I had learned very quickly about the king was this, he didn’t love me. What he loved was control. Power. Devotion. Women kneeling at his feet, worshipping him like he was some kind of god. And I ruined that fantasy the moment I didn’t care. Every woman before me had wanted him. Needed him. Built their entire identity around being chosen by him.

"YOU CAN'T ANSWER NOW!? ARE YOU ASHAMED!? OH! OR, MAYBE YOU ARE NOT! AFTER ALL, WHO KNOWS HOW MANY MEN YOU HAVE WHORED YOURSELF TO WHILE YOU WERE STILL HOMELESS! AM I NOT RIGHT, WHORE!?" "Why? Why!? Did I not give you everything? Food. Love. A title that makes others envious. Roof over your head. WHAT THE HELL DID I NOT GIVE YOU!?" "Tell me the name of that bastard." "Tell me that man's name who tainted the Goddess I worshipped. Tell me the name of that whore who had the guts to sleep with my wife whom I haven't even touched after owning her. TELL ME!" "Don't lie to me, Sophia. I am not blind. I can see these hickeys that bastard has left all over your body. Now, tell me his name or I'll mak

My hand trembled as I pushed my hair back, forcing myself to hold his dark gaze. “Why do you always have to be this harsh? Is that how you show love? Is that why you married me?” He studied me, unblinking, then said with quiet mockery, “I do not think that was love. Maybe it was attraction. And perhaps it is gone now.” The world felt like it was collapsing with every single word. I fought to keep my voice steady. “You only wanted to ruin my life, did you not? This attraction should have ended long before this moment, not now, not when I am bound to you by marriage.”

He waved his hand and the maid left. "You see Clinton, with patience and strategy we will surely win. It would cause damage alright, but we will come out victorious." He said and left his throne to go see the King of Lukehall. Clinton bowed his head and gently walked behind the King. The king entered his grand parlor. There, the King of Lukehall was seated on one of the finely furnished couch. He was a short man with a potbelly. King Darien sneered a little. A maid was serving him and next to him was a woman. She had long brown locks and green eyes. She wore a red long silk gown that fitted her perfectly. She had a graceful smile on her face. "King Jacob, welcome to Valeria. I'm very honoure

It was the exact gesture and expression my little lover always displayed when he was truly angry with me. Perhaps there are two people in the world who look identical, but there cannot be two people with the exact same micro-expressions and habitual gestures. My heart felt squeezed, making it hard to breathe. How could this be? Why did this happen? The handsome boy I casually picked up in a bar was the Wolf King’s son, the Prince of this country. Lucas was the lover I had kept for a year. My mind refused to settle. I suddenly recalled the night I first met Lucas. It was the very night Damian fled the wedding with Isabelle. Driven by a stubborn need for revenge, I went to a bar.

and moves closer I will kill whoever it was that did harm her. it should have been me but she didn't want to make yall mad her stupid family. Yall never cared about her or me you just didn't want the prophecy to come to pass because you know together we can defeat you. Adam laughs again I am scared of no such thing and you have done what we let you boy the land is ruled by witches you just think you rule. Suddenly he can feel his child in his mind calling to him showing him images of a window and the water and a heavey door and a small room. He looks up where is your dungeon I know she is here I can feel her. Adam looks at him and says you lie my magic stops you from feeling her so stop lyi

Throwing those words he left the place with his wife. George then looked at the whole department coldly "you guys are paid for your work not to watch scenes and make gossips.." His eyes then fixed on those three women, specially on Lily "you have invited your own death by touching her.. Because the woman you touch is not just a normal woman like you, she is beloved wife of Master.. Victoria King is the royal queen.." He drooped the bomb and left the room, following his lord and lady..

His voice was concerned. I chuckled. "You are just overthinking, I don't know why can't you see love in his eyes?" I looked at him. He turned to me. "Love? What if he is just playing with her?" He asked sitting beside me. "He is not, Princess herself told me that they love each other," I assured. "What did she say?" He asked. I smiled. "Everything, he is not like another man who tortures a woman. He is a gentleman. He loves your sister so much, prince," I held his hand.

I stated. "Pardon me, your majesty. I have some more information for you. I found out what the King has been hiding" "Go on, tell me" I encouraged, "It's about Princess Isabella. I-I am not s-sure how to say this, I-" he nervously stammered, "Fucking spit it out! Don't test my patience" I growled angrily. If it's about her, I wanted to know every single bit of the story. "Y-Yes, your majesty. It's also related to Elysian's best warrior, Sir Sebastian Miller. He was Princess Isabella's lover-" he said and stopped to look at me,

He’s only ever claimed that he would be mine. What can I say to that? How can I argue to a king that he should be faithful to the one who loves him? He has no sense of love, only duty. And his duty would force him to have many lovers. Closing my eyes, I try to fight back the heartbreak. I knew this would happen. I did. Why doesn’t that make it any easier?