The King Of Love Novels & Stories

he asked, a playful smile lingering on his lips. Lovers . . . Intimate, passionate, conquer-the-world lovers . . . ? “Fuck buddies.” I giggle and he made his way to me. I walk away even faster. I was about to turn around but instantly stops at the sound of someone’s voice from the other side of the wall. “Now that the King is gone, her life will be a living hell.” “Or that Omega would actually get executed.” “Who cares. she’s sleeping her way to the Alpha King’s bed.” one of them said, a frown crossed my lips. Are they talking about me?

Selene continued to question what love was, but with each passing second, she became more convinced that it was what she felt in her body and soul every time she had the king near or heard him speak. "Please, continue," Frederick requested again, feeling the need to keep watching her play and listening to the melodies on the piano. Although they might not be perfect to the ears of an expert in the art, coming from Selene's hands at that moment, they were masterpieces. "For you, Your Majesty," she replied, dedicating the piece to the king. That subtle, delicate, innocent, and unique flirtation was what had captivated the king, and he hoped to keep discovering the facets of his fiancée, his wi

He held it those two hands and then looked straight into my eyes. "Why are you so serious?" I asked him. "Kylie, I love you so much." "I like you Kenzo." I answered him. I'm serious now, because your grandfather is also serious. He nodded and then he smiled at me. "And to prove my love for you, here." And then he put the diamond ring on my hand. --

A weapon used by the royal court. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “Because he begged us not to,” the King replied. “He didn’t want you to hate him. He wanted to protect the only good thing he’d found.” I closed my eyes. Tears burned behind them, but I didn’t let them fall. “He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you,” the King said. “And you weren’t supposed to love him.” I opened my eyes again. “But I did.”

Any lingering insecurities turned to smoke on the wind as Amy returned his fervor wholeheartedly, reaffirming her choice once and for evermore. In the breathless aftermath, Viktor kept Amy gathered close within the fortess of his embrace. "You undo me, darling," he murmured, trailing kisses across her temple. "After a lifetime of isolation behind princely walls, I scarcely dared dream I might find a woman able to rule my heart as skillfully as you." Amy thrilled at his sincere words. "I never imagined myself worthy of a king's love," she confessed against Viktor's chest. "Yet now I cannot picture a future without you as my husband and dearest companion."

It is true; Hunter King had been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind. He is drawn to danger and has a determination to conquer. “You are mine,” he claims out loud, pushing, pressing my torso tightly into his. “You’re mine, princess.” He takes my mouth and consumes me. Lifting me, he moves and turns us so that his back is to the headboard, and I am spread over him. Our hot flesh slides against each other, slicken by sweat. His hands are everywhere. He grabs my hips, yanks me forward, then down, his hips bucking upward.

the King growled with displeasure for his son. Prince Rowan looked away for a moment and snarled to himself. Then he looked up to his King, "she has a name. I am in love with Vysena, I have created an heir with her, why can I not marry her instead!" "YOU WILL NOT MENTION THE FILTH IN MY PRESENCE!" "Vysena is the only one I will marry! You will deal with it! It is my life and my child!" "DO NOT TALK BACK TO-" The King's roars were cut off as his face froze and he gripped his chest. The man stopped breathing and his face turned purple. Then he fell, face first down the stairs in front of his throne.

"Your aura seems dulled now. What are you disappointed at?" "Stop reading me and tell me what you want already" "Very well. You seem like a prized possession to the King. You and your fiesty sister. The King has been very worried in the days you were unconscious" Warmth spread through my veins. "You must be someone the King would listen to. I need you to persuade him to give us a chance" "Us? Who's us?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Us an in him and I. I've been in love with him for as long as I can remember. You owe me this. Besides what do you have to loose anyway?"

“What is this situation? Hahaha, for me the sole reason I became King was you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief and he continued inching his face closer to her until he was so close she could feel his breath on her face. He grabbed hold of her arms, shaking her. “If you leave me, what do you suppose I do?” “Your joke is going too far…” she whimpered. Placing his forehead on hers, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “You must believe me, even if no one else does,” letting out a sigh and continued. “I am a man who became King for you were the King’s flower.”

"Watching the men I love fuck each other? I think I might be living the dream right now." King chuckles, low and breathless. "You hear that, slut? Our girl loves the way I'm claiming your asshole." Once King reaches his climax, roaring as he explodes in Niko, they collapse beside us. I see something raw in Niko's expression as he turns to King, his face flushing more. He looks down, almost shy before meeting King's gaze. "I...I love you, King," he confesses in a whisper. I can't contain the smile that spreads across my face. He did it.