King Von Asian Doll Novels & Stories

I’m totally intimidated. "This is my friend Lunanci. I’m guessing Laurie told you all about her?" King is silent, just staring at me, making me incredibly nervous. I don't know what to do in his presence. I feel like I should bow to him. He has soft white hair that frames his face perfectly, white eyelashes and eyebrows, the palest skin I've ever seen and purple eyes. He has delicate Asian features and a petite, feminine body. Now I understand Rio. Even I would be obsessed with this guy.

“I can’t afford to upset the lady of the house, Your Majesty. You can understand that, can’t you?” Candido growled. “I am king, Allen. You answer to me, not to Hedy.” “Did you not say that Miss Hedy’s orders were meant to be taken as if they came from you?” I smiled and took him by his arm. “Thank you, Allen. Could you have something to eat ready for him in a few hours?”

There is however another baffling sight right behind them. King Elon holds three long chains with his other hand, which are attached to the necks of the former Royals, Tedmond, Callum and Regan's mother. They crawl on their hands and knees behind him like his animal pets. Their heads are bowed with shame, while their owner holds his head high with great pride. King Elon's many concubines are next in the line of his escort. They carry whips, which now and then land on the backs of the three former Royals, urging them to crawl faster so that they do not delay King Elon's fast pace.

The Asian looked at his Mum with dark, calculating eyes. "Oh, no, Jim, I couldn't." Mum protested. "No, Mum, go ahead. Its fun." The Asian stalked over to them. She was quite short, shorter than Mum. She was very thin, with small round tits. She looked up into his mother's face with her flawless cold visage. Her delicate white hands cupped Mum's tits through her sundress, making her stiffen and moan.

"Rosalie, you have to believe me. Vivian is just the Don's adoptive sister. There's nothing between them. You're the one he loves..." "I don't want to hear it right now. I just want to be alone." After hanging up, the suffocating emptiness washed over me again. Just then, the screen lit up with a text from an unknown number: a surveillance video. The setting was a VIP lounge behind the banquet hall. Vivian was half-reclined on a sofa. It seemed she had sprained her ankle. And the newly crowned Don, the King of the South, was kneeling on one knee before her, holding a pair of red high heels, carefully putting them on her feet.

they paused, trailing off. "Prince Azian." I replied. Azian- power. Rebecca and the hydras looked at me smiling . "A fitting name for a befitting prince!" they exclaimed I nodded at my little golden Dragon. ***** Drop a comment and I'll be sure to reply!

She loosened her tight embrace and took a glance at her only daughter with adoration. "You look fine, baby. Even more beautiful, if that's possible." Ashly rolled her eyes. "Ma, please! Don't get jealous of my beauty." Her mother smacked her on the head and smiled. She gently pushed herself back to take a look at her. "Is that a Diamond hair Pin you are wearing?" Ashly smiled and nodded her head. "It's a gift from King Alexander." "From... Alexander??!!!??" She was shocked after hearing that.

Keomi, you know what to do with them. I watch as a beautiful woman in a long red silk kimono with a white dragon on the pattern steps forward. Her face is painted white with a red lip. She looks like a doll. It’s her eyes. They are practically black as she steps forward with grace and poise. Her black hair is in an elegant bun at the back of her head her head dress has gold dangling around her face with flowers. She bows her head respectfully to Cass when she snaps her fingers and Boss Hamada’s guards surround both Valentina and Rocco. She doesn’t utter a word, just nods to them both, and they are grabbed up and carried away unconscious. There is nothing I can do.

But the latter wasn't bothered, even when she should've been. “I'm the King's concubine, not his Queen.” Riona stated. On the day of Vincent's coronation, which was also her wedding, Riona had thought about it. Why would the priest call them lord and concubine but she didn't bother. Perhaps, their terms here were different.

They were all bringing their luxurious gifts and seemed confident that the celebrant was pleased with it. It finally got to our turn and I brought out the gifts. “Long may be your reign, your Grace,” I bowed in respect. Lifting my head up, I got sight of a lady who had a striking resemblance to the Alpha King's mother. Her chin was raised and her eyes sharp, which showed she had much power as well. Although there was a pleasant smile on her face as she glanced around the room. The gift was a specially crafted aromatherapy oil, housed in a crystal bottle intricately adorned with carved gemstones. I had specifically picked the gift for her, knowing very well that the properties it contained wo