Sir Lancelot Lover Novels & Stories

“She’s been cursed since birth. If she looks outside of the window directly, she will die. So she sits in front of a mirror to see the reflection of the world outside the window.” “That’s it?” Nathan sneers. “What a dumb story!” “That’s not all!” Halsey claims. She clears her throat and says, “One day, Sir Lancelot-” “Whatta lot?” Nathan snickers. “Sir Lancelot! Don’t you read at all? He’s the greatest knight of all! The tragic character of Arthurian lore!” “Meh.”

he said. Lotus kept crying. "I can't do this anymore, I can't, seriously, I don't care if I'm the second choice, you don't belong to me," he said. Lotus looked at him. He walked to her and placed the necklace on her palm. "I've absorbed my powers from it, it belongs to Starr, go back to him, he's in serious pain right now, go back," he said. Lotus started hiccuping. "I'll remain the prince of seven fires who fell in love with a mermaid he can't be with" he smiled sadly.

"I'll know if he's looking at me. And if you know who he is, you might just wanna look at him." "So, who is he?" I asked, my mind wondering when's the meat coming in. I am starving. I could devour a herd of buffalos. "Lancelot Chaser, a senior, and a walking wet dream." Diana looked like she might wet herself a little with all this energy. "Every sane she-wolf is probably kneeling to the moon goddess to make him their mate. Present company included." Now I'm curious. Just how hot is he to be worthy of such flying praises?

"I can't believe I am in trouble now, I just miss you, Penelope, I still don't know how my brother made a lady as you love him." "Enough, if you don't have something meaningful to say, I shall take my leave now." She was about to take her step when he said, "I believe it's high time we take over Hendrix right? Your lover is dead but I can pity you by giving you a second chance." "Lancelot, don't you dare lay a finger on what belongs to my late husband and my son, you will regret ever knowing me." "Talk about regret, does your son know you were once a prostitute I hired when grandpa set the rules? Does your son know I sex you anytime I like before you gave your heart to his father?"

In that case, he had to do his part. Lancelot prided himself on being loyal and devoted, extending his affections to those his friends cared for. Little did he know that, in that moment in Jane's eyes, he was being utterly foolish. Had his life been too smooth sailing? Was he eager to know what it felt like to have his head hanging by a thread? Seeing Lancelot charging toward her, Jane didn't wait for George to offer her an opening to attack. With one hand pressing down on his shoulder, she delivered a flying kick.

"I'd have killed him, Rali." Back in high school, Lancelot was the crush of many girls. He was mine too. But unfortunately, But he was loyal to his childhood sweetheart. They were good to each other, and nobody could come between them. So, if Lancelot had really shown interest in me, the son of a bitch would've killed him as well? "Killing people for liking me is insane. I'm human. So are they!" Calmly, he moved away from the frame, coming at me.

What a life he was living. “Why do you always have to bring love into everything? Do I have to love her to date her? I mean, people get together for a lot of other reason that is not love,” Lance pointed out. “Yes, people do but need I remind you that you are not people Lancelot, you are a king, it is either a wife or a mistress for you,” Lance didn’t like how the women in his life only had to be bagged into those kinds of labels, he liked the princess too and they were friends. What would be the label for her?

"Is there anyone in the house who partially limps?" Nella and Vira looked at each other for a while, and thought of one person, Lancelot. Lancelot was a human chef in the castle. He was hired a few months ago. He was usually polite to Nella and Vira. He was not like some of the servants who gave them annoying looks because of Carra's predicaments. So, the two had a good impression of him.

"Not until you prove what I say." He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. But I saw. The golden color was already beginning to invade the iris. "No," he muttered to himself. "Not now." I stepped forward. "It’s happening. You feel. The veins burning, the body wanting to break and reform. And Naomi is not here to hold your hand." "CASPER!" He shouted my name as if it would make me stop. But I didn’t. "Would she see the difference? Between the man who says he loves her and the beast who could kill her? Because I do, Lancelot. I do."

(Lancelot’s POV) As I brushed my light brown hair backwards, I stared at myself many times in the mirror. Now that I look closely, I really have reincarnated as Lancelot Ral Constance. A slightly 23 and slender stature, Caucasian skin, with amber eyes and light brown wavy short hair. He has such beautiful features yet not much readers remembered him as he died very early in the novel. I also felt guilty because I too never cared to remember him, especially because he was an evil person, who just does everything that Avery asked him to do.