The Kings Pet Novels & Stories

"Please, if a kissing scene with my mate makes you hot, then imagine how I feel every time at your house when you and the prince are going at it like rabbits." I scoffed, "That is our bedroom, and you are supposed to tune it out, not listen." "I do not listen; I tune it out. Besides, tune this one out too." Reagan and his brother were laughing now. Kingsley looked a lot like Reagan; they were almost the same height, handsome, and had black hair. The only difference between them was their eyes. Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other.

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.

The bishops are men with mitres on, and carrying croziers. The pawns are mostly the traditional shape, but the finials are elongated, and flame shaped. The Queen looks like Charlie, he could see that much from here, and the Kings looked like the pictures he’d seen of Ben. Jessie is delighted though, and runs for Eliza, hugging her tightly. Eliza holds her just as tightly back. Merlin looks confused, and leans in to Ash to whisper, “Why the tears?” Ash smirks and leans into him, “The Kings are her father, and the Queens are her mother.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Conor shaking his head, covering his face with his hands. "Don't forget that rats attack, you stupid jerk!" I snapped angrily. Glancing around the room, I saw the source of the clanging chains, and then I darted off toward it. "My my! A vicious rat you have found, son!" He laughed coldly at the unexpected attack. "A vicious yet clever rat..." the king growled as I turned to face him. Well, a deal is a deal. You can keep your vicious little rat as your pet, but you better put her in a cage! She obviously doesn't need to be let loose on anyone. She might kill them, considering she is likely to be rabid and bloodthirsty."

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

, Alessandro began, “The five bloodline vampire kings of which my father is one of them would be in attendance. You don’t invite men like this leisurely to party when they all assemble in one place it is to address a common problem” She dropped her book and slowly brought her gaze to meet his. His eyes held her and her breath caught in her throat, she looked away and tucked her hair behind her ears. He watched her for a while before he resumed his explanation, “These vampire kings are dominant and thirsty bloodsuckers, you wouldn’t want to get on their wrong side". “Why do you want me there?”, she asked. He shrugged, “Every other vampire has a pet”. “And?”. He studied her briefly, “It will b

His voice echoed in the hall loudly. (Kabul ke Maharana, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. Jesa ki humne aapse kaha tha ki Mahabaleshgarh ke Kal ko bachane ke badle hum aapki kuch bhi Hasrat poori kar paaye to badi khushi hogi. Kripya kuch maang ke Hume bojh tale halka kare) I looked at the tall, strongly built King wearing plain black Kurta with a black loincloth. His turban was fixed on his head proudly all in black.

I bombarded him with a lot of questions. "That place will give you the same power as the alive King of Kings if you escape--I mean to sacrifice a living being too," He answered. "Ohh," I spoke. "I was wondering if he has a pet," The King stated. I suddenly remembered Peace, so I answered, "Oh, yeah! He has. Its name is Peace," "I see, so that makes sense," The King responded and nodded twice slowly. "What's our next plan?" I asked while staring at his eyes.

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?

If he wanted something, he would get it anyhow; by hook or crook. And he was very possessive of the things that belonged to him. He didn't like the sight of anyone eyeing or touching his favourite things. And to add more, king Raleigh was a sucker for beautiful and cute things. He used to keep small animals like kittens, rabbits and hamsters in his palace when he was a child. He absolutely loved them more than humans but when these cute little animals showed some interest towards others except the owner himself, he used to kill them mercilessly. The thing that belonged to him shouldn't have the audacity to look at others or even show some slight interest towards others.