The King Of Romance Novels & Stories

“Your majesty, I know what orgy parties mean and that’s why I had the thought. You didn’t particularly have a good reputation among the palace workers.” I told him. He looked shocked and kind of hurt. “You guys have been bad-mouthing me? I didn’t even have that many lovers. I was much too busy being a king. I can count on one hand the number of women I have been with and I would still have fingers up.” I looked at him in disbelief. “Being a king takes a lot of time, you know. You are my mate. My one true love and this is the first time we are having a date. Do you think I had that much time to entertain other women? I was looking for a wife, not numerous lovers.”

It was the absolute, passionate devotion of a man madly, irrevocably besotted by my power. I reached up, my hands sliding into his thick, dark hair. "You want to marry the monster you created?" "I want to worship the goddess who conquered me," he corrected fiercely. I pulled him down. The kiss was explosive. It wasn't the violent, bruising dominance of our first encounter; it was deep, consuming, and heavy with a desperate, romantic reverence. Franco kissed me as if I were the oxygen he had been denied his entire life. The King and the Crown He backed me toward the massive bed, his hands frantically shedding his suit jacket. His mouth never left mine. I unbuttoned his shirt, my palms flatten

I wave him off. "Kiss me first." " What?" I stop what I am doing to look at him. " Kiss me." He repeats, his voice having gone serious. "So demanding. King Roman." I poke my tongue at him before taking a step closer and raising my brow at him, giving him an expectant look. "Hmm, King Roman you say." He says, pushing hair behind my ear. "Then it must mean one thing if I'm King." " What?" "You are my Queen." He trails off, touching his lips to mine. " Queen Hazel."

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.

“Some years from now you will be ruling over this kingdom, I have no doubt that you will make a great king.” The rain pouring filled the silence that followed before he spoke, his voice was firm, and I knew he meant every word. “But what if I would rather not be the next king?” He asked, glancing sideways, his towering figure looking down at me with desperate determination. “I don’t want to be a king. I’d rather go somewhere with you and live happily ever after, that’s what being a blue-blooded means, right? Having the freedom and will to do anything and get away with it.”

However, it was against protocol for a non royal to sit at the beautifully carved table. I looked around the ball room once again before coming to the conclusion that this was in fact a very boring event. What was the celebration in this? There was hardly any noise and everything seemed too planned to be fun. "The king of Alxae kingdom wishes to address the people now." Cal announced after clearing his throat and a hush fell over the ball room. "Now welcoming King Corey Adams descendant of Zion and wielder of water and air elements" The crowd screamed in appraisal jamming their hands together happily and proudly.

He dropped the other bath bombs and ran his hand through the bubbling and fizzing water before looking at me. "Come here," he said with a curve of his fingers. I obeyed and stood before him. He held my hand and kissed my palm while staring into my eyes. My heart did a backflip at the way he was staring into my soul. Within me, I felt like jelly the more he stared. "From today onwards, I promise to treat you as my princess. I will do anything and everything for you. Besides, you'll become my wife soon and I will have to take care of you. So, I apologize if tonight seems funny to you."

Hearing Charlotte's voice, she turned around. This was the first time Charlotte saw him sober and clean. His long hair was not completely black, but had a dark silver sheen in the moonlight. His eyes were bright, like the stars and the moon. His small face was like a doll on TV, exquisite and cute. But his expression did not seem like that of an amiable doll. He pursed his lips and looked very cold. He's a handsome guy. "You... You're awake." Charlotte greeted her. He just gave Charlotte a faint glance, turned his head back, and continued to look out the window.

It's the only time I have seen him look so genuine, and it's when he is talking about the Queen. I guess the King isn't so bad, after all. "This celebration is not just for the royal family. It is for every citizen of Arcadia who has found their Match. You are the foundation of this kingdom and of this nation. You carry the next generation." There was another pause. "For now, help me in celebrating the upcoming union of my son, Prince Christopher, and his Match, Lady Vivienne, daughter of Robert and Rosa Mendoza Harper, humble citizens of Blackwood, Arcadia," the King looked at us again, hands outstretched, and the way he said "humble" made me think it was a PR way of saying, "Yes, they are

“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.”