King's Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was disgusted by the girl. "Why, what do you mean?" "Who are you? I don't know you!" The King of the Hereafter backed away and moved away from the girl. "I am your lover, King of the Hereafter! Why are you like this to me?" The girl protested confused. "Aperture!" The King of the Hereafter answered firmly. "My lover does not stink like you," continued the King of the Hereafter annoyed. The girl tried to digest the words of the King of the Hereafter, she kissed herself. However, his body felt normal. He didn't smell like the King of the Hereafter said.

The king looked to her in eagerness as he abruptly left the table and escorted her to his bed chambers. Once he was out of sight, I rolled my eyes at his constant ‘lady lovers’ the ones that would entertain him all through the night. I wasn’t sure if they ever actually wanted to sleep with the king, but either way I felt sorry for them, I could only assume him to be a selfish and cruel lover.

Glaring, I muttered, "No need to bring the past. And who are you referring to? I don't have a lover." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Who else? Black Heart. He is your lover." I gasped and looked at him in disbelief. I folded my arms in front of my chest. "Lover? Delusional. I don't have plans of being an addition to his harem. Go away now. I am telling you that because of these herbs you gave me. If the alpha king sees you, he will kill you on the spot." He pretended to hug himself. “I’m scared.”

I have to stroke his ego. "I'm the king, so I'm bigger than most. You're so tight. See how good we fit together? I'll take good care of you so you'll never desire another." I smile and wrap my legs around him. Poor stupid king, he has no idea. I've been with more lovers than he could dream about. Men and women, sometimes several of each at one time. What can I say? I like sex, and I don't care who makes me cum as long as they're good at it.

Her blonde hair waved as the wind tossed around the room. A longing sigh issued from the king’s throat. “Zayne. She accepted my invitation, then. How lovely!” “You know her?” Alic and Vladimir asked at the same time. The king chuckled. “Of course. She was once my lover. I must say, she’s a really nice bed-warmer. The way my lips played with her hot body is such a perfect sensation. How I missed those days!” Vladimir squinted. “You’ve mated with mortals? I thought you despised them?”

"Someone who understands your silence...your strength...your needs and adores you." Elias didn't move. "No." "Still so stubborn," the King said, reaching to touch his arm. "I would be gentle with you... I know how to love a person like you...just give me the chance to show you...to please you...adore you..." The King took Elias’s hand and raised it to his face, cupping Elias’s jaw like a lover might, thumb brushing lightly over the hunter’s cheekbone. The calloused thumb drifted across his lips.

To her, he had yet to tell her why he treats her so tenderly and why he speaks highly of her. The harem will soon be filled with women again and someday his favor and affection will move onto someone else. She’d return to being lonely. Keanna now understood how the concubines of the previous King felt, always jealous and trying hard to not lose his favor, resorting to all kinds of dangerous methods. Damaging each other’s faces, even killing another woman when the King’s favor moved. She leaned more into his arms and clung to his warmth. “When you come back…please hold me like this again.”

I was already a whimpering mess and wrapped my hands around his neck for support. “Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out as Ronan’s pushed his thick finger into my pussy. Despite how many times it was, the fullness I felt was still the same, and I felt my legs attempting to give way as soon as he added the second finger. “Ahh, Ronan,” He chuckled at my whimpering, his head bending as he kissed my lips. “You can’t have everyone out there know that this king is touching his queen in here,” his voice was dangerously low and husky, and I found myself nodding without even thinking.

“I don’t need you to make me happy, I am happy. I’m in love with someone else. You knew this, you’ve always known it.” His face twisted in bitterness and he snorted. “Are you talking about that jerk of a prince?” “Watch how you speak about him,” I warned, pointing a long finger at him. “Or what?” He snarled, the look in his eyes sending dread washing over me. “Why do you love him anyway? Is it because of his titles? The money? Hmm? What is it about him that has all of you keel over for his love?” I did not recognise this bitter man standing in front of me right now. He had turned into a complete stranger over the space of a few seconds, and to be honest, it hurts.

The king advanced down the long corridor until he reached the palace that stood imposing above the rest, it was the abode of Empress Khatri. The other wives saw the king enter the palace of his mortal enemy. No one helped together, each working individually to curry favor with the king. But it was almost impossible to win his approval by competing with a personality like the empress; Deceptive, conspiratorial and jealous. Although he knew very well to hide his shortcomings from the king. "It is the first time in two weeks that his majesty has entered the palaces and met with the empress," Consort Akil said indignantly.