The King's Lover Novels & Stories

The king quickly hid behind a tree and saw Alanca open the gates. The moon shone on Alanca's face and the king was once more enamored by her beauty. The man with the cloth bag came closer to Alanca and held her in a tight embrace. Alanca kissed him tenderly, then quickly led him out of the gardens. The king realized that the two were secret lovers and were eloping that night. Angered that Alanca chose to love a lowly peasant when, as king, he could give her everything that her heart desired, the king followed the lovers as they escaped to the jungles. When the lovers reached the swamp, the king revealed himself and stopped the lovers from eloping.

I know him better than I know myself and that fact just came back and bit me on the ass "She's back already, isn't she? And seen him already." I feel like my entire body is burning and freezing at the same time. Jonathan sighs but answers me, "this whole avoiding the news is usully working for you, but babe, today...there's no avoiding it. The Starlight channel and every other news outlet has been reporting the entire morning that our King of the city was seen cuddling with a beautiful redhead outside a hotel. She was recognized as his former college love. Apparently, they were seen hugging, holding hands and looking entirely too intimate considering the woman was not the beloved Mrs. King.

“Well, he left a handwritten letter for his lover, telling her he will always return to her that he loves her and will always want to be with her. And the most important thing is that he lied to her, he told her that the other twin mistakenly rolled off the bed and fell on the floor, killing himself. Unknown to him that his lover was outside the door, watching how he stabbed their child with his own hands. So she wrote this song as a reply to him.” Leo doesn’t say anything, he quietly drinks, his fingers tracing on the glass worriedly. “That is not all.” “There is more?” “The king heard the song and returned to her. He even apologized to her and made excuses that he was desperate for his fat

It was the exact gesture and expression my little lover always displayed when he was truly angry with me. Perhaps there are two people in the world who look identical, but there cannot be two people with the exact same micro-expressions and habitual gestures. My heart felt squeezed, making it hard to breathe. How could this be? Why did this happen? The handsome boy I casually picked up in a bar was the Wolf King’s son, the Prince of this country. Lucas was the lover I had kept for a year. My mind refused to settle. I suddenly recalled the night I first met Lucas. It was the very night Damian fled the wedding with Isabelle. Driven by a stubborn need for revenge, I went to a bar.

The king looked to her in eagerness as he abruptly left the table and escorted her to his bed chambers. Once he was out of sight, I rolled my eyes at his constant ‘lady lovers’ the ones that would entertain him all through the night. I wasn’t sure if they ever actually wanted to sleep with the king, but either way I felt sorry for them, I could only assume him to be a selfish and cruel lover.

Chapter:1 The Great Gates have fallen since the disappearance of the king's lover. Men have gone on an endless search for the missing boy but no one has been able to find him. The king had called war upon all kingdoms, which he suspected, could have abducted his lover. He had fought to victory against all in the search of his lover. His soul left him the night he sought that beautiful body on his bed where he had laid the injured man but could not find him. His Kingdom was falling and he was failing as king and as ruler of the East Golden Gates.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

"Someone who understands your silence...your strength...your needs and adores you." Elias didn't move. "No." "Still so stubborn," the King said, reaching to touch his arm. "I would be gentle with you... I know how to love a person like you...just give me the chance to show you...to please you...adore you..." The King took Elias’s hand and raised it to his face, cupping Elias’s jaw like a lover might, thumb brushing lightly over the hunter’s cheekbone. The calloused thumb drifted across his lips.

That sin might have been so great that he was willing to kill her and her entire family. Then I realized something. Mess with this man…betray him and consider your life goodbye. The Lycan King no longer needs to court anyone. It would always be the other way around. Take Lady Bianca for example. If he liked that woman, truly liked her, he would go to their kingdom and be the one to visit her. "I am a jealous king. I don't like it when I am competing against someone else." Maybe his first love cheated on their relationship? I did not want to believe what Mom had told me. There were three sides of the story, they said. The King's story. His first love’s story. And their story.

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.