King's Lover Novels & Stories

He licks the tears on my cheeks and whispers, “Who else knows you’re already taken?” “I don’t know, I told you, I lost my memory,” I answer. I wipe my tears and see the confusion on his face. But behind that, I see the desire for me. “Then, I am warning you, tell no one that I am not your first. Tomorrow, you must act like this is our first day together. Do you understand?” “Why?” “Because a King should only have a pure, human lover. And you’re the opposite of those two basic requirements.”

I trailed off, trying to process everything. “Why not breed with her? She’s highborn too, isn’t she? And she is a beta.” “Well, my dear child, that’s a story for another day. Now you can either rest or find something to keep you busy. I have to go check on the girls.” She turned and left without looking back. So the king had a lover. Now I see why he would laugh with her and no one else. I thought about Xander and how he had rejected me for a beta’s daughter. It felt like history repeating itself.

“You may have an apology for me and information on how you got in my grounds?” Defiance welled up within me, finding a voice laced with equal parts rage and conviction. "You may shackle my body, but you can never extinguish the love I have for Catarina. She isn't destined to be your queen. She was chosen for me A smirk danced across the king's lips as he paced back and forth, his presence casting an ominous shadow over me. "Ah, Lochlan, you misunderstand. Catarinais with m now. I love her and she loves me.”

"Lover?" Adro's parents stared at each other with furrowed brows, while Grace could only hold her breath. From what she had heard during her time with Adro, Grace learned that people in the kingdom where he came from didn't greet women. That's why she just slightly bent her knee and bowed. The only thing that kept her from a panic attack was Adro's warm hand gripping hers firmly. "What do you mean by Lover, my son?" The king asked. "I'm sure it means exactly what you're thinking, Father. She is the woman I love, and we are in a relationship." Adro explained.

Silana said as I smiled to her and raised my cup in toast. “When I wanted to take a drink, Soren laid his hand on mine and shook his head. “In front of our king and you are doing that with his wife.” Kastav said silently. “My queen, there are a lot of things which would not be condone and this is one of them. You and the king might not be in good terms but that does not mean that you will flaunt whatever is going on with you and your lover outside.” I couldn’t help myself but play with Kastav a little. “But we are not outside, we are inside.” I pouted as Silana laughed.

Clara Mair, the third princess, rumored to be the late King’s favorite for her beauty and allure, is now quietly confessing as the blade behind the King’s murder. His eyes slightly widened, a confession he never saw coming. As the night got deeper, the two lovers reached an obstacle that could doom the realms and corrupt their pure amour. What was a fanciful meeting became an entanglement that has spelled a tragedy for the world. “I was driven by my desire to make you King,” she explains, raising her eyes to meet his, “I was confident that you could rule the realms into the golden era, something my Father could never do. I am right, am I not? Soren, darling?”

"What a minute... I don't understand what you mean." "Second thing. Louis Kingsley, the eldest son of King Leon and Queen Anne, the heir to the throne of the Vampire Kingdom is your mate. In other words, that man you call 'bastard' is your future husband." "What? WHAT?!" "Why are you surprised? Don't you like it?" "W-who said I like that guy?! I really hate him." "You need proof? Isn't that obvious? You're enjoying all his touch. Even you guys--" "S-shut up! I'm not enjoying it."

Call it far fetched but I didn't care right now. Kieran was quiet for a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, so softly I almost missed it, he said, "There was someone once. Long ago. Before I became king." My breath caught. "A lover?" "Yes." The word was heavy with old pain. "Someone who saw me as just... me. Not as the heir, not as a weapon, not as a symbol. Just Kieran." "What happened?" I asked, though I was not sure I wanted to know the answer.

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