Scarecrow And Mrs King Fanfiction Nc-17 Novels & Stories

“Smart, kind, and annoyingly right most of the time. She makes me look like a demon next to her.” “She’s married to a vampire king, right?” “King Kane of Crimson Peak. He’s a good guy. A little moody at times, but I think that’s a vampire thing.” “That’s also kind of a male shifter thing,” Lydia points out. “Growing up, it’s like my brothers were always on their period with all the mood swings.” “Hey!” Scott calls out, turning to look at us. I guess we’re back to a full-on conversation now. “You don’t have room to talk, sis. You threatened to castrate me with a butterknife!”

Riley moaned as she trembled, that sex toy plunging in and out of her deflowered twat. "Yes!" Mrs. Holiday moaned, her cunt clamping down hard on my dick. Keily just watched on, fidgeting. I gripped her mother's hips as I fucked away hard. I drove my dick into that juicy, married snatch. I reveled in cuckolding the twins' father. It was such a rush to pound Mrs. Holiday before her daughters. The MILF moaned as she work that vibrator in and out of Riley's twat.

Mark fired on him, turning him into a burst of blue flame. “Traitor!” They sneered. “We’ll kill you here!” One of them ran at me. The other ran toward Mark, and the third was trying to get Trinity off the vampire she was currently devouring. I dodged the one that lunged after me and rushed toward Trinity. I snatched the other out of the air and slammed him into the ground, recognizing him as a member of the royal family. I caved in his chest with a vicious sneer, glad to be rid of him and hoping to be rid of the rest of the royal family by the end of the night.

“What did you just say?” “Leave,” the man repeated, colder now. “Or I put the next bullet somewhere that won’t heal.” Marcus looked between them. Then back at Evie. Something clicked. “Mrs. Voss?” he repeated slowly. “You—” he laughed, breathless. “You’re telling me this broke little nobody—” The gun shifted. A fraction closer. Enough. Marcus swallowed. Fear won. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, backing away. “You hear me? This isn’t over.”

"I am Trevor and I am the vampire king. What is your name, woman?" The vampire king asked Celestine who was still shaking in fear. Her eyes widened when she heard what he said. If he was the vampire king then the vampire story was real. But who was the woman that awaken him?

~Storme~ No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop watching them. Karen sat to Theo’s right. Her hand was looped possessively through his arm, nails painted the same deep red as the wine she kept sipping. Every time she leaned into him, her hair brushed his jaw. She didn’t even hide it anymore. She wanted me to watch. The king was in high spirits, clapping his meaty hands and telling stories from old hunts. He kept looking at me with a proud, proprietary gleam that made my skin crawl. Everyone seemed to know about the pregnancy now; whispers had become congratulations, congratulations had become speculation.

The hard part was when Tommy spotted us milling about on the lawn, awaiting stragglers. “Run!” I urged the scared subs. “Traitorous bitches!” he shouted, flinging the window wide open. “You’ve even killed one of your own.” “I highly doubt that,” Mrs King said to me. “I used a strong sedative in the end. Something I acquired on my trip to the mall back in the States.” She sighed. “I never thought being a poor sleeper would be so useful.” “It made all the difference,” Calvin said. “Tell me something. Did you really have access to rat poison?”

I still know it's possible one of them has been scratched or bitten and fear eats me from the inside out. A very angry Ruth turns her attention to my not-quite-stable mate. "We had them! You didn't need to take all the fun out of our fight." Ruth stalks toward King, her giant sword scraping the ground behind her because it's much too big. King's low growl isn't a good sign, and I jump into action, heading the foolish girl off and stopping King from tearing her in half and eating her tender organs.

Maybe we were finally getting her to fall in love with us again. Unfortunately, at the end of the second week, I woke to a knock on the door. I slide out from under Scarlett's sleeping body, pull on some basketball shorts, and answer the door. It doesn't surprise me when I open it to find King Marcus standing there in a shirt and basketball shorts; I know why he is here, but I ask him anyway, "What can I do for you, your Highness?" He smiles and says "I may be mated but I am a rogue and a King at that, so the normal mate rules do not apply, so I still like my fun and I would like a taste of the female you have been hogging in there..."

I gasped, shocked as he pulled me to his lap in the wheelchair, roughly. “M.mr King,” I stutter, afraid and surprised. He glanced up at me, his grey eyes shining in an emotion I couldn’t place. “If you are going to pretend to be a doting wife to me, cooking meals and trying to make unnecessary conversations, then you might as well strip naked, get on the bed, and let me perform my duty as a doting husband by damaging those walls in between your legs, and trust me, my illness won’t be a hindrance,” he whispered against my neck, and for a second I forgot I was married to a literal devil. A handsome devil in a wheelchair. We exchanged eye contact, and he must have noticed how scared I was as hi