The King Of Love Novels & Stories

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

Her innocence called out to him and King Spencer found himself moving closer to her, cupping her cheeks in his arms before tilting his face closer to hers. Eleanor trembled slightly when she felt his hands make contact with her skin. Then, she eventually found the courage to melt in his hands at the warm feelings. The man she had hated, but now she has a huge feeling called “love” towards him. Eleanor agrees in her heart that she loved the king, and wanted him to herself. But is there a love story that tells that a slave and a king can be together or at least, fall in love? Without a warning; King Spencer crashed his lips hungrily on Eleanor, deeply and passionately.

His eyes soften as he seems to sit a bit more relaxed. “I love you, Elena.” He breathes warmly, leaning into kiss my cheek. “I love that you trust me, Elena. But I am not the only werewolf king in that area. I may be able to take down at least four of them, but one wrong move… Elena, please, listen to me.” King Harvey breathes tenderly. “I love you, past this my worth as a king. My royalty means nothing without you. You have my heart, Elena. I cannot live without you.”

I will make you the vampire female king because I love you from the depts of my heart the King promised her and kissed her forehead passionately Ohh,he so much love me,the more reason I should give My a heir she thought inwardly My demon friend,Emma

“I’m saying the truth. You’re mine, Isolde. You can hate me all you want, but you can’t change what you are to me.” I pressed my palms against his chest again, harder this time. “Let me go.” His eyes flickered red for a moment before calming again. “I married all three of you,” he said. “Felda. Velin. You. I love you all. I’ll protect you all. I’m capable of it, that’s why I’m the King.” His words made my stomach twist. His love wasn’t love, it was possession. Control. A curse disguised as affection.

“But I’m afraid you’re going to have to let her go.” “No.” “Callum—” “I love her.” The words came out before I could stop them. “I’m not letting her go. Not for you, not for Ambrose, not for anyone.” The King tilted his head slightly. “You love her.” “Yes.” He was quiet for a moment, studying me. Then, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “What if I told you there was a better match for you? Someone more suited to you. Someone who could give you everything you want.”

“Everyone I have spoken to says the king is madly in love with you.” “Well, they lied to you. He is not… our marriage is just something convenient for him, but there is no love.” “No love? I am speechless, Your Majesty. It is impossible for me to think that you are not madly in love with the king. He is such a good man, kind and generous, not to mention that he is also extremely handsome.”

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.

Your white eyebrows bear witness to the years that have passed over us. Can it be our love lasting? Aged eyes look at the horizon focusing their hopes on the Bright white flowers. Their love froze turning in hard frost, scattered by the wind An eternal love is what he wants, and the white flowers Granted Ezra finished singing and opened his eyes waiting to see the king's reaction. The man was smiling slightly, so Ezra thought he had done it wrong. "Did I do it wrong?" "What?" No. That was wonderful. You sing beautiful. Whose song, is it?

No doubt why he was considered strongest among the king of other Empires, but he had started feeling the things from the heart. I didn't know why actually Chandra said so but my heart was not allowing me to trust her. I couldn't believe the thing that I never witnessed also if he said she wasn't pregnant then I couldn't deny. He wasn't lying, he didn't need to. He was the king and he was not answerable to anyone. Why would he be begging for my forgiveness if he wasn't in love with me?