The King's Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

He was disgusted by the girl. "Why, what do you mean?" "Who are you? I don't know you!" The King of the Hereafter backed away and moved away from the girl. "I am your lover, King of the Hereafter! Why are you like this to me?" The girl protested confused. "Aperture!" The King of the Hereafter answered firmly. "My lover does not stink like you," continued the King of the Hereafter annoyed. The girl tried to digest the words of the King of the Hereafter, she kissed herself. However, his body felt normal. He didn't smell like the King of the Hereafter said.

she whispered, making me stop. "The King... has a mate?" Love nodded, "Had a mate. Her name was Thea." She looked around as though to see if someone could hear us and leaned forward, whispering, "She committed suicide when the King rejected her after he found out she had slept with Liam," I bit my lip as I nodded my head. I met Liam once, and he seemed kind and gentle. I wouldn't imagine him to be the type of person who just steals his brother's mate.

“I’m so sorry, your highness but—“ her voice lowered, her hands gesturing in plea. “You’ve got to be careful so you don’t let the king know you were with Julian.” Hearing this, my heart stopped. “What’s—what do you mean?” I snarled. “Who told you I was with Julian?” “I saw both of you but I hope none other did most especially the guards.” My lips hung wide. “Where were you—“ “I was with my secret lover.” “Secret lover?” My mind returned to the king who was always so close to her that I thought they were lovers, she has a lover? “Your highness, that’s not really the most important thing now, it’s to assist you so the king doesn’t know.”

Slowly they caught their breath again. "I love you." The king whispered so quickly in Katty's ear. No answer. Katty hugged the king tighter. Her body clung to the king's body. The atmosphere was quiet again. King Van De Fretas has broken his promise. A promise to his queen, Lourine Chatrine. He had betrayed the woman who loved him very much. Katty managed to make him sleep soundly holding Katty's body until morning arrived.

“Are you going to marry your true mate? You already imagine yourself having sex with her, it would be thrilling to have her in your bed every night.” “Laura!” The King bellowed, his hands pulled into fists as he dragged his eyes off the lengthy thread. “You are the only one I have ever loved.” Discomfort settled in his throat and his thick brows twitched. “You are the only one for me. I don’t like that girl in the way you think. I never did. I will never like her.”

“Back then, I wasn't a King. But I was in love. I loved a woman and she was taken away from me. She was my first love and the only one I wanted to grow old with but that didn't happen.” The food in front of him did seem tempting but he didn't what to break character. “Who room her away from you and what does it have to do with me?” The King wiped his mouth slowly. “The love who was taken from me was your mother. She was my mate before your father came and stole her away from me.” Nathan didn't understand what he was hearing. “What are you talking about? My parents have been married for years.” “Yes, they have. But before that, your mother was my mate. She didn't have a very good life with he

It was clear enough to make out her identity, location, and even that strange look on her face… Now, what was she doing in the King’s apartment? What would a wolfless like her be doing with the King? And those words she’d said—I’ll miss you. Love you. Was it possible… that Liora was sleeping with the King? The very thought almost made me laugh out loud; I had to press my manicured fingers to my lips to hold it in. I couldn’t imagine that the King, my father, would have an affair with her, of all people. A plain, boring wolfless with too much muscle and no grace at all.

She was still oblivious of who she was, still she was loved. "I envy your relationship with your mother." The king confessed. Gwen furrowed her brows, puzzled by his unexpected admission. "And I hope you do cherish it for a long time." He added wistfully, opening his eyes, even though his gaze was momentarily distant. There was no doubt. "I would, very much." The king stretched out his legs, his boot was almost in the water, but it remained undisturbed. His movement drew Gwen's attention to the water's edge. "I enjoyed your impromptu performance." He remarked, his words drawing Gwen's gaze back to him.

“I see the same hunger. Different masks. How endearing.” Kade’s hand moved ever so slightly as if to touch her, but he thought better of the gallop of his ego. “Maria.” He bowed like a man who’d been outbid and still appreciated the prize. “So good of you to join.” “You only came because I texted you,” she told him. “You’re predictable.” “I came because I heard the queen was raising a new claimant,” he said. “And because the world loves its dramas.” My jaw ached. I didn’t want games. I wanted the ledger burned and an answer in clean numbers. Instead I kept getting actors.