Sir Lancelot Lover Novels & Stories

There's so much determination and fire in his eyes. The face of Lancelot with a boyish beautiful green flashes through my mind, and I realize something. That I might have developed some sort of attraction towards Killian who is strikingly handsome and powerful, but I'll never forget about Lancelot. Not now, not ever. "It won't work, Killian. Lancelot will always remain in my heart." I point out, my tone is shaky.

"Nina, whatever catches your eye tonight, I'll buy it for you!" "Wow! Isn't that Alpha Vincent from the Shadow pack? His Luna is the envy of every she-wolf in the pack." "That's right! I heard that the oracle prophesied that the pup his Luna is carrying will become the Alpha King and unite all the northern werewolf packs!" "That impressive? It’s no wonder Vincent spoils her so much. Last week, he spent a fortune bidding on that limited edition moonstone bracelet for her. Every she-wolf there was green with envy!"

"So all these late-night calls, dinner dates, and the way you always look at me, was it merely a game to you?" Lancelot’s voice softened, “I'm madly in love with someone, Vivian. Vivian’s mouth opened slightly, breath stolen by the weight of his harsh words towards her. "You were the one who summoned me; that’s why I came,” he replied calmly. "Perhaps out of respect and compassion." I never wanted you to feel overlooked or alone. However, it is evident now. "I want to be honest with you, so we both can find a way to move on. “

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

Evelyn hunter "Evelyn, it has been years, and you are still as beautiful as ever." Jayer complimented her, hugging her. They have known each other since they were young and were known lovers during that time. It so happened she dumped him for Patrick Hunter back then, and he found a beautiful jewel instead. Miriam. She was the best he could have So that's why Miriam hated her.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

The term 'husband' felt both foreign and fitting. After Dr. Elaine left, I couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. I clung to Mark's shirt, trying to alleviate the pain that my crying was causing my already pounding headache. Mark's hand moved in soothing circles on my back, providing me with a sense of comfort and security. "Wise men say... only fools rush in," a soft singing voice emerged from above me. I turned my head to see Mark gazing into the distance. "But I can't help falling in love with you," he continued, his eyes now meeting mine.

To him, trust was a tool to be exploited, and loyalty was a mere illusion. Jasmine, with her unsuspecting nature and unwavering affection, had unknowingly fallen victim to Aiden's web of deceit. Her love for him was like kindling to his malevolence, fueling his ego and solidifying his grip on her fragile heart. He used her affection to further his own agenda, weaving a complex tapestry of lies and false promises.

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

Maybe it would help clear his head over whatever he was thinking. “Camille loved staring at the night sky. She would often compare me to the moon, saying I seemed so close but still out of her reach. I loved watching her admire the night sky as I found solace from just staring at her. She loved me but wasn’t in love with me.”