The Foxglove King Novels & Stories

The king asked coldly as his lips vibrated in fury. "My king, she was found at the regular brothel, and I thought you would like her because of her body shape," Fox said in a bow, obviously scared of the king's next move. Yeah, the king loves ladies with excellent body shapes, big bums and boobs, which was why Fox brought her for the king. By the way, he doesn't live in her mouth to know what's going on there. "I won't be needing any slut for now," Archer said as Fox bowed, relieved from the king's calm voice, "and tell the guards not to allow anybody in here, not even Zinnia," the king said as he walked towards his window.

Knowing that I wouldn't dare do anything crazy, he left me to 'tend' for the flowers and plants. Although it was tiring, I still enjoyed it to some extent. I learnt so many new plants and flowers, also with their usage. But there was one plant that I tried my best to avoid. 'The valcitate.' In order to groom the plants, which was a total of three, I wrapped my nose with my kerchief to prevent myself from inhaling its sweet-bitter smell. "You're done?" I heard the king say. I turned to see him dressed in a black coat which he buttoned up. It looks like he still wore the same trousers from this morning.

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

he laughed, agreeing with me. “Are you trying to tease me” “Why wouldn't I” he replied as he grabbed my hands “Come on I will show you around the greenhouse” He took me to a particular section in the green house, there was a green plant with yellow spots on it” “This is a death replica” he took a leaf from the branch, “unlike the rest, it's not really deadly” “And it's called death replica,” I asked with raised brows, “if I were asked to pick between the foxglove and the death replica, with the looks I would pick the foxglove the death replica looks like it could kill you in a minute”

I said, and they all nodded in agreement. "I have a hunch, but I'm not so sure though." The Fae king said. "Pray tell. Every information is essential." I encouraged, and he nodded in understanding. "In my kingdom, there is a plant." He began. "That plant is very limited, not just because it is very dangerous, but because its specie is quickly going into extinction. So the little of it which was left, we built a greenhouse and stored it there. We only use it in extreme cases of attack."

I said. How cruel and sick was this wolf? "Read the article," Ghost said. "I want to know what it says." "Both the king and queen are diseases," I said. "The next heir is missing; no body was found. The King's Beta will claim the throne until the safe return of the heir." Luke rose from his chair. "That is why King Xavier's name is not on the family tree in the royal pack," Luke said. "He is not the rightful king."

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

I folded my arms, trying to steady myself, heart hammering as his eyes flicked toward me just as the guard stepped back. “Ma’am, let’s go. The boss has arrived,” the guard said, calm but firm. My knees trembled as I lifted my gaze. “Who… who is he? Is he…?” I whispered, dread coiling tight in my chest, when suddenly his height felt strangely familiar. “Yes, ma’am. Mr. Evan Grant, our king,” the guard replied. WHAT! This is the evil I’ve been defying? Slowly, I turned toward the car he had stepped out of, the same black shade and model that had vanished into the darkness that night.

He wants his mate to be a werewolf like him, that’ll understand pack life and pack politics, have all his pups, and play house. Not a stupid fox. Not me. “Well, we foxes are a different caliber than werewolves!” I shot back in frustration. I desperately look away from his body, trying not to be swayed by him. Instead, I breathe in his scent and I feel a bit antsy. “We’re not exclusive.”

He drummed his fingers on the table slowly. Are they talking about Sam? Drakon and Groth’s dead friend? “Nothing to concern yourself with, my king. He was punished appropriately, and Axel is being groomed and will be ready for your evening ride.” He took a sip of the tea. “Good.” “Now, if you’ll come with me, there’s something you must see.” I didn’t need to see her face to sense the disgust she threw at me. “Alright.” The king stood up but told me before leaving, “Drink it all, Cassia.”