Novel & Cerita The King's Secret Desire

"Talk to me. Whatever it is, I'm willing to listen, prepared to believe." It took a couple of seconds, seconds that were starting to feel too long, before the King broke the silence. "It is true. There is something I have not been telling you." She gulped. She had hoped her suspicions wouldn't be true. They had spent so much time in their relationship, gone so far, yet he was keeping secrets. But she couldn't be mad at him, she was keeping secrets herself. "It is true that the ritual is to get a Queen and fulfil the dream of my family. Rule over Ignas perfectly."

Jane fell silent. With a flick of his hand, George pushed her back onto the bed, trapping her within the confined space. He leaned in, his breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "As for what you want, I can consider granting it." Jane frowned. What she wanted… Did he truly know? George was the king. A monarch never needed to suppress his desires. He took what he wanted. Facing his own impulses, he tilted his head slightly and brushed a kiss against the corner of her lips.

The heat rolling off his skin was intoxicating. "Mine," the King whispered, his deep voice cracking with a raw, savage desperation. “You! Mine!”

I couldn't tell if it was for Craig to leave or if it was for the King to move his fingers faster. Everything moved in slow motion. It was as if time was playing a sick joke on us. Craig turned to walk to the French doors. King Marvelon's hand dipped deeper into my underwear. Craig grabbed his cloak and put it on. The King planted a trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder. I gripped his hand tighter. Craig put on his boots. King Marvelon's fingers crawled lower and lower. The french doors opened. King Marvelon and I gasped, filling our lungs with the fresh air. The King pulled his hand out of my underwear and straightened. For some odd reason, disappointment washed over me like a tidal w

he giggled. “I am pretty sure she’s going to crawl back to me and kiss my knees. Begging for my mercy…” Both of the two men were chuckling. “Don’t worry, My King. I am going to do it for you. We should play smoothly so she won’t be aware she has fallen into our trap. You are so genius, fiercely genius…” Knight Liam sipped his wine and wiggled his head to find out the king’s smooth tricky manipulation. “But you must be careful she is in love with Jacques…one of your talented young students.”

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

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.

, the voice was getting slyer more and more, as the king put his hand on the globe, there was a deep sigh from inside it, like a thirsty beast, finally having gotten its thirst quenched. "Ah. . I see. The lust in your heart is not an ordinary one. Haven't seen such demandant before. I must say. A beyond the great fortune you desire for. Ah, interesting, no money that you need, no empires that you wish for. Ah, how unique, and sly. I must say, no ordinary. No love, no relations that you wish for. How indifferent and independent you are. An interesting being." The king was trembling and having his eyes tightly closed, as his hands kept glued to the golden ball, radiating the glow, blinding the

Naomi replied. “Sylvester, can you give me the permission to talk privately with your woman in the throne room?” Sylvester was surprised at the king’s request and he hesitated for a moment not knowing what the king’s real intentions were. Desire froze at a spot not wishing to be alone with the king as she feared she could spill and tell the king they had lied to him. “Do not worry Sylvester, I’ll make sure she returns to your chamber without a scratch” Sylvester nodded and gave the King the right to leave with Desire .

"I am sorry, but you need to stop longing for him. Tell him how you feel. He might reject you, but at least you will stop wondering and can move to another guy." "Just give me my damn phone back!" I said, looking at my fluffy red slippers. A moment passed before any of us said something, but she didn't do what I said. "I will give you tomorrow. If you don't set things straight, I will." She pointed. She was partly right. This secret desire thing had been prolonged for too long, wanting him so much and not moving a single step forward. I used to wear my short jeans (thankful that my uniform was only a T-shirt with the name of the shop), curl my long hair after tying it into a ponytail, and wo