The King Of Love Mga Nobela at Kwento

he began, “I want your love for me to surpass your love for anyone else, your mother, the exception; I want you to want only me, come to only me, give your hands to only me, kiss only me, see only me, use only me, hold only me… I don’t want you to have anyone else but me; I want you to make me your servant, your slave in love, to do with me as you wish; use me to hear, use me to see; make me all yours, Joan, if not, I will never be satisfied with myself.” She didn’t realize she was shedding tears until she tasted salt. She felt overwhelmed. What did she do to have someone like King? To have someone love her so thoroughly and so purely? Someone so desperate to be loved the same way by her. “I

“Freedom! Love is love! Let us love who we choose!” The voices grow louder, and the king rises, leading the group outside. There, they find a crowd gathered in the courtyard—men holding hands with men, women embracing women. The king raises his hands for silence, his voice carrying over the crowd. “Citizens, hear me. Your message is clear, and I have made my decision. From this day forward, love is free. No law shall stand in the way of your happiness. Love who you choose, and live as you wish!”

Alissa asked, looking up at Rachel with concern etched on her face. Rachel sighed at Alissa's unwanted concern," Love is not something that Marvin feels for Sophia, Alissa. I've known my son for 28 years. All she is to him is an untainted beautiful porcelain doll. Once that doll is tainted, it wouldn't take take him even a moment to replace it. And, that moment will be tomorrow. All you have to is patiently wait till tomorrow. Okay?"

It was confident and was burning with hatred. I didn't open my mouth, while Vexon started untying me. "Where did I go wrong? Oh, yes, the only mistake I made was loving you," he spat out bitterly. His gaze could turn me to ashes. I felt someone was ripping my heart off my chest. "I thought it was the best mistake, but you made it the worst one. You are the love of the Mafia King, and you will remain that forever. Come what may," he whispered and instantly placed his lips on mine.

His soul's crying like the thunder. Then. It goes quiet. The ringing tension of silence echoes the now ghost-quite room. Everything's still, and so was she. King Aziel slowly leans in over the crib, gently caressing her cheek one last time. He lets out a trembling breath, feeling his heart slowly shattering to pieces, and he plants a kiss against the crook of her neck. He could've saved her with just a single bite. She could've been alive right now if he had chosen to give in to her parent's pleas. But he didn't. Cause unlike him. She was just a mere human.

He shakes his head and I turn back to watch the TV. "Before I set down as King, there is something that I'd like you all to know and consider. The only reason that I'm stepping down or being forced to step down rather is that my father will not accept that the love of my life is black, a beautiful, intelligent, independent, black woman and I love her. I love Penelope Anne Harding, I have never felt this deeply for anyone. My father would rather define her by her race than by her virtuous qualities, by her morals and values.

“You may have an apology for me and information on how you got in my grounds?” Defiance welled up within me, finding a voice laced with equal parts rage and conviction. "You may shackle my body, but you can never extinguish the love I have for Catarina. She isn't destined to be your queen. She was chosen for me A smirk danced across the king's lips as he paced back and forth, his presence casting an ominous shadow over me. "Ah, Lochlan, you misunderstand. Catarinais with m now. I love her and she loves me.”

"Yes, Cleo. I believe running away is our only hope. I do not wish to meet my untimely demise in the clutches of this kingdom. Just like you said, I am surrounded by enemies who want me dead real bad, I can't stay here any longer. We just have to take that risk." Cleo clasped her hands and leaned closer, her eyes filled with compassion. "But my dear, perhaps the king's actions were driven by a need to protect you. Love can manifest in ways unknown to us. Perhaps he only denied his feelings to safeguard your well-being. The king's love for you can't be a pretense, that's one thing I need you to accept. The king cares about you and he loves you. Maybe he never said it to you, but whatever make

Ariyan said, "I want you to be in control of everything." Raisa smiled, a soft, knowing look in her eyes. "Me?" "Yes. You are the queen. I am yours to command." That night, Ariyan surrendered himself completely to her. He realized that true love wasn't about control or power—it was about surrender. He gave Raisa the most valuable thing he owned: his trust.

"My name is Me— No, my name is Edea." She did not wish to lie, but she did not wish to give her name to an ambiguous stranger either, no matter how handsome and stylish he was. A small smile formed at the corners of his lips and he eloquently muttered in his characteristic low but crystal clear voice, "I see. Then Edea, I am enchanted to be of your acquaintance. You may not have asked, but I am named…Jupiter." This day marked the first meeting between the witch of time and the one who would become the first king of the Lustburg Kingdom. Jupiter Luxuria, the Conqueror King.