Komik Sultans Love Novels & Stories

Their lawyers spared no quarters and crushed the Stelters. When it was over, Dakota blew up. Not even being the cops could make her shut up. "The only reason you're winning is because you're lucky to be born rich and near him! You are just lucky to be his childhood friend! "You don't even love him! And he doesn't even love you! He's only obsessed with you because he's been conditioned to it by his family and everything else!" she shrieked. "To him, you're just a responsibility he was saddled with since you were born!"

I purred, looking up at him, my eyes heavy-lidded. “Please put your cock inside me. I have been thinking about it all night. While I was dancing with him, I was imagining it was your cock stretching me open. I was imagining you filling me up while everyone watched." "Fuck." His jaw tightened. "You are such a slut." "Your slut." He must have loved the sound of that, cause he groaned and lifted my other leg, wrapping both around his waist so I was straddling him, then he positioned his dick at my entrance.

Jamal said, playing with her hijab. Love? Roksolana thought as thousands of bells sounded in her heart at the word. She looked at Jamal and the man quickly cleared his throat. "It was a slip of the tongue. What were you going to ask?" he gritted out. When the lady in his arm just waved it off, he exhaled. Alhamdulillah that she hadn't thought about it or she might be up from his lap and out of his house by now. "About the general?" Roksolana answered in the form of a question, her breath a little disheveled. Hearing the Sultan call her love had disorganized her a little. When he had revoked the word, she had felt hurt by it but she hadn't let it show.

Don't I dare listen to her lovesickness*Key *Of course that's a good idea, don't know what you have. But don't worry, Tanja doesn't interest me at all* Ko *I'm not worried about that, more about it when she realizes that she doesn't stand a chance*Key *I can't do anything about that, but my offer stands if you want to flee, I have space* Ko *good to know, I'll take care of my girls, I'll be over in the morning*Key *do that, I'm happy. Love you little mouse*Ko

A hint of a smirk grazed his lush lips when he said, “Spread your legs and show me your cunt, Princess.” BLURB: He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover.

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

Sultana said dreamily. "For the 100th time Sultana, we're just friends" I said trying not to slip the fact that I been crushing on him. "Then can you pleeessse be something more than friends? You guys will look so good together like the Nigeria version of brangelina. Then you guys will be Adwal, isn't that cute" she finished looking at both Mami and I with a wide grin on her face. Mami sighed dramatically putting her palm on her forehead she said "Ya Allah" then gaze at sultana and said "Please Sultana stop watching those romance comedies, is obvious that it is affecting your brain".

Eventually, my stomach lets out a very rude growl, and we both laugh. “Someone’s hungry,” Gilan teases. “Shush. A queen must be fed,” I say dramatically, tossing the covers aside. “A queen, huh?” He stretches and sits up, the sunlight dancing on his skin. “Then allow your humble servant to make you breakfast.” “You cook?” I raise an eyebrow playfully. “I do everything,” he says proudly. “Wait here, Your Majesty.” He gets out of bed, throwing on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I watch him as he walks away, feeling an overwhelming surge of love. How did I get so lucky?

“Our relationship may be hidden from the world, but your information is supposed to be top secret. Malikul won’t sell his king and kingdom for a petty reason.” “Petty reason?” Ali sounded offended. “Your Majesty,” called Syamsul. “Are you saying falling in love is the weakest link?” He ignored him. “Excuse me? Why are we discussing love so suddenly?” Shadow looked at Syamsul in disbelief. “I’m sorry. Our king is a romantic. He believed in love.” “So do I.” Shadow couldn’t understand what was the issue here. Syamsul clenched his fist and silently agreed. What has love got to do with this discussion?