Sir Lancelot Lover Novels & Stories

Maren took a long drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke directly into my face. "Apologize," she said. "Tell me you're sorry, and I'll pretend none of this happened." The faint fruit-flavored smoke curled around me. I used to love that smell, but now it made my stomach turn. She had smoked the same cheap brand for ten years. I only found out a few days ago that their tagline was "One Love for a Lifetime". Maren Hale's one love for a lifetime was Roman Callister. My eyes burned and I blinked hard, holding her gaze. "Maren, I told you ten years ago that I would wait for you until I turned 35. You never said yes. So I'll find someone who will."

His members were scattered about the city in different places and he only had to spill a drop of his blood on the ring he wore for the entire nest to come racing down to his mansion. His eyes were closed and soon, he slipped into a slumber filled with dreams and nightmares. He was back in that dreadful day. The day he would forever despise for the rest of his life. He could see his brother, Lancelot. And it brought back painful memories. Lancelot had fallen instantly for Belinda, the Alpha Princess, the moment he saw her. Not minding that she was mated to someone else, Lancelot had pursued Belinda with his love until he became obsessed with her. He swore to have her and take down anyone who

He said he was in love with me," Talia repeated, emphasising every word. "And you didn't already know that?" Talia rolled her eyes as she patted her friend's hand. "You are the most non-observant person ever." "Why do you think that he does? He literally fell in love with every girl. Look at what he did to Luci, why should I believe that he does?" "Sira, if you truly believed that, you wouldn't be crying." Sira bent her head down, picking at the hem of her nightgown.

he said. “That idea didn’t make you happy in an instant. Instead, it hurts you a lot, - remember?" he chortled weakly "I just want you to give that idea a try and that wasn’t easy as a magic tale," he sounded serious "I’m happy that eventually, you’ve got your knight back," I kept on listening to him "I just want to say that you should take good care of your love for each other," he inhaled a deep breath "You should stand and fight for it with all of you,” he was firm.

Commander Wesley couldn't believe what he heard for a moment. Lover?! What was king Raleigh saying? King Raleigh falling in love?! Was that even possible? He had been with his highest for the longest time but he had never thought he would be able to hear the word 'lover' from his highness's mouth one day. His highness only used to see people in two ways; useful and useless and treated them accordingly. And now suddenly his highness was declaring this stranger as his lover. He was shocked. Was Ives really deserving of his highness? Was Ives that useful for his highness? What qualities did Ives possess to be declared as his highness's lover? Most importantly, what will his highness gain from I

I exhaled a breath I don't know I have been holding in. "As I told him, his trip would be just like the first one...fruitless. They have their minds made up and there is nothing this trip would do" she related to us. "You told him that?" I asked in disbelieve. "I did" she gave us water and sat down on one of the couches "Lancelot is a very adamant man, just like his father" Why would Lance want to go against the heeding of the witch just to get himself killed? What is wrong with that man? What if anything goes wrong all because of his disobedience?

She burned to death in the flames of his betrayal, leaving behind only this cold, unyielding armor of absolute hate. "You aren't shaking anymore," Lancelot observes quietly, stepping up beside me and pressing a possessive kiss against my temple. "I don't have anything left to shake for," I answer, staring at my reflection in the dark glass of the window pane. "The girl who loved him died three years ago." "Good," Lancelot growls, his hand tightening over my hip, pulling me flush against his hard frame until I can feel the dangerous, heavy pulse of his own bloodline against mine. "Because the woman standing next to me is going to wear his crown."

He took his time making sure I get my pleasure. I think I cried a few times from the sheer feeling of his passion, I felt so happy and overwhelmed. Simon is an amazing lover. He makes sure I feel each and every stroke he gave me. I love how his fingers grip me, it’s like he’s trying to anchor me to him. He has such power in his body but he uses it so gently. He’s a master at controlling it too. He made sure to give me just enough, so I’ll ask for more.

They were also aiming for Sachin’s Land Rover. Lancelot was quick with his blade and his swings were powerful. With every swing, he managed to send one of his opponents flying. However, Lancelot’s swing was suddenly blocked off by someone. There was a loud ‘clang’ and Lancelot felt his thenar webspace go numb. A large force sent him stumbling backward. “Who is it?” Lancelot stabilized himself before looking up ahead to see Dean Young standing there, looking apathetic as he brandished two blades. “Double Blade Dean!”

Lancelot didn't move, still staring at Neville, then finally spoke – and his first words were angry: "I'm not your toy!" "Oh but you are, Lancelot. If you want this to be our secret, you are exactly what I want you to be. Do you understand?" Lancelot was pouting, lips trembling, so … beautiful. So desirable. Neville' cock was raging, a steel bar that couldn't wait to be released. "You are my toy, my slut, my plaything, Lancelot. You want to be. And I am going to make you. Again – do you understand?"