The Kings Pet Novels & Stories

warning: this chapter of The King's Maiden is marked mature. viewer discretion is advised. [ IN WHICH SHE IS FACED WITH A THREAT ] (a few hours before she spots the threat) The unique smell of horses reach my nostrils as I inch closer to the white horse that the King has prepared for me. Still at the King's Mansion, I brace myself to settle on the tall animal.

All their kids bonded real well and everything was perfect. The kings close friends (the men beside him during his coronation) came to him as they whispered to him and it slowly turned into an argument and after a while the argument reduced and we see his friends urging him, he hurried out of the office. The kings friend stared at each other, the fear visible on their faces. The king is seen driving his family and they have an accident and everything went pitch black.

She opened the door and was greeted by King as he wagged his tail at her. "Hi boy." She crouched down to touch his fur and he burrowed deeper into her touch. "Where's Andre?" She asked as she made her way Inside the bedroom but King stopped her from going further. This is weird. Instead, he circled around her. "I just want to have a word with him king, I promise to play with you afterwards." She pledged her allegiance to the fury animal who only barked in response.. "You're just so cheesy aren't you king?" She teased and rubbed his fur.

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.

“Pet show? What’s a pet show? I can clearly hear human voices, not some animals barking or anything.” She looked at me in surprise before bursting out laughing. “Let’s say these pets are male humans. Their families have a thing for fetching young, beautiful, and feminine males to keep as pets. And now these pets—you can clearly hear them fighting. They’re fighting for their master’s affection and favors.” She explained it all casually, like it was normal. I frowned, her words hardly making sense at first. Hold on… my eyes widened in shock at the realization. Kingsley can’t possibly be…

"Yes! I remember that mysterious King." Chloe Bishop hesitated. "Back then... this King claimed to be the boss. Seemed like a big shot. But in this recent news, did you notice the name King anywhere?" Gwen Grayson and Nora Fatehi both fell silent. After a long moment, Nora Fatehi typed a few words: "I'm almost embarrassed to say this, but Caesor used to have a dog named King." Gwen Grayson: "Spitting blood! Spitting blood! Spitting blood!"

The one who wasn’t an omega. “Yes, my lady. It is a great honor,” Flora whispered, her gaze fixed on the floor. Seraphina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “The King is a very… particular man. He values order and discretion. He does not like… surprises. Or distractions. It would be a shame for a new servant to cause any sort of disruption. To find herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Such things can have… unfortunate consequences.”

He continues as we step into the kitchen and grow closer to the doors and the balcony overlooking the sea and as I prepare myself for the view, he beelines and brings me to the stairs instead. Mean. I think, wondering if he understood that that was the thing I wanted a closeup of the most. “These are the stairs that lead to the second floor.” He says now, leading me up the stairs. “And this is where we will be sleeping.” Nodding, I let my gaze travel across the landing, taking in the large king size bed with a red comforter with black filigri and fluffy pillows with black satin cases. Beneath the bed is a fluffy white rug that saves our feet from having to touch cold linoleum first thing in

"Eli! Wait up!" I turned to see Petra jogging toward me. She was one of the few people I’d met during orientation who didn't make me want to roll my eyes, and she was a theater major with bright purple streaks in her hair and a personality that was way too bubbly for nine in the morning. "Did you actually just do that?" she asked, catching her breath as she reached me. "Do what?" I asked, starting to walk toward the dining hall. "You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?"

He wore thin reading glasses that made him look more like a scholar than a monarch, but the aura radiating from him was pure predator. "Petric. Calla. Liam," the King named without looking up, with a calm, dangerous melody. "You’ve finally decided to return. I’ve spent a fortune in resources trying to track your little excursion across the Atlantic. Where were you? And more importantly, why have you brought guests into my private sanctum?" Slowly he set the pen down and finally looked up, his gaze sweeping over his godchildren with a blend of disappointment and paternal irritation. He got to his feet, beginning to walk around the desk to greet them, his movements fluid and powerful.