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. --

"Then I am yours to adore as you please, my king." With a throaty growl Viktor bore Amy down into the blankets, claiming her mouth fiercely. She responded with equal urgency, craving physical union after combating foes side by side. Garments peeled away unheeded as they celebrated survival and triumph with primal passion beneath moon and stars. Later Viktor stroked Amy's hair as she dozed against his chest watching the fire sink to embers. "You are my true queen in all ways now, strength and spirit alike." He kissed her brow tenderly. "Rule ever at my side as wife, lover and dearest friend. The rest of the world shall fade to insignificance."

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?"

Their hair was wet, their clothes have patches of water droplets, but all in all, they looked clean. “Your turn, love.” – he muttered She frowned. It was the first time he called her that. “What did you just call me?” “I called you love.” She smiled. Couldn’t help it. “I know you’re no longer my queen anymore, but you’re still my love.” She leaned in closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. What has happened to the Lycan king? How come the spoils of war has left him with a sweet bone? “On that note, I’ll go wash myself clean then, love.”

I fold my arms over my chest, covering myself from his gaze. “You know how stressful this job can be… We’ll just let off a little steam together every now and then, for our own sanity. Once we get the last of… whatever this is between us… out of our systems, then you can go. Then you can go to whatever pack your heart desires.” The cocky look on his face said that he thought he was making me an offer that I couldn’t refuse. He couldn’t have been more wrong. The King simply doesn't understand what "love" is. And he doesn't love me at all.

“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.”