The Lazy King Novels & Stories

"Your highness the king of.. " "How did this happen Darien?!" King Jacob, the king of Lukehall asked with a powerful tone as he barged in. Clinton had a look of suprise on his face. He did not expect the king to barge in. With a heavy sigh, he left. "Someone leaked information, we had no way of knowing.." King Jacob cut Darien shut; "Do you know what this has caused me! Men that weren't sufficient in my kingdom was sent to Devon, only for them to die like rats."

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.

The King groan and regrets what he has promised immediately Sleep with her and give me a heir,can't you see am not fertile? She cried Is not possible Hazel,I love you and I can't But you said you will make the impossible possible for my sake she cut the King with sad tears and the King couldn't withstand it anymore OK,fine Promise me you will do it she cried I promise but you will regret this the King replied I promise not to regret this the Queen said happily and hugged him tightly

" Do you know why I flogged you , It's because I hate seeing lazy things like you , Well if you would like to know my name is Benita , The future wife of the king " I felt so disgusted with the way she said it , She had so much pride in her .I kept quiet luckily for me she pushed me aside and walked passed me with the guards trailing behind her ,I Really don't know why I hated royalty so much but with the way they misuse their power it's really disgusting ,I tried to stand up but I couldn't my whole body was in pains just when I managed to stand on my feet I fell to the ground and passed out .

“It is not a game. I know you can feel her. The maiden is back. That is the truth.” That was the first time someone had mentioned his mate after centuries. That was a sensitive topic for him. I was a sensitive topic for him. “You should know better than to toy with me, Lust.” The Lycan King let out a low, angry growl. Lust’s throat rumbled with laughter. “Oh, trust me. I know you can tear my insides out. That is why I wouldn’t be lying to you about this.” The King didn't say anything, he only listened to what the man with red hair had to offer.

I ignored him. “So you really are an elite slut, huh? I can see from the disrespect in your eyes. You know you’re not the only servant who has moved around with his scent, and they weren’t even wearing his clothes.” I gulped at the innuendo in his last sentence. So the king must have slept with a few servants. He’s obviously centuries old and has been with many women, so why do his words hurt? Larmy barked out a grating laugh. “Look at you, acting coy and innocent. You think that’s what he would like?”

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

we say as we move him to our hip. Karina and Klaire are asleep again, but Klarc is wide awake. He likes to eat every hour of the night. We help Karina by taking him off the nipple when he is done and burping him. It has become our time together. "You know you have reaffirmed my faith in the world," we whisper as we walk back to the bed. "You, your sister, and your mother. Without the three of you I would be lost... One day I will tell you how I became King. Well... I didn't really become King. I was made King," we whisper as we lay down with our family.

"You’re not thinking straight. If you storm Drogomor now, you’ll be walking into a death trap. The Mad King is expecting you to react like this.” His words stung because I knew they were true. Derek, the so-called Mad King, was a master manipulator. He thrived on chaos, and I would be playing right into his hands if I acted on impulse. But how could I not? The image of Nicolas haunted me—his laughter, his innocence, his stubbornness, his fierce determination. He was my mate, my other half, and I had failed him. The pain of the mark on my skin was nothing compared to the agony of imagining him suffering.