Kingsley の小説・ストーリー

Kingsley muttered. But Collins said nothing, though he knows deep down that he shouldn't blame Kade at all for always getting the attention of his crushes, maybe he wasn't just noticeable and they didn't want him. Kingsley drove inside the Gilbert mansion, parked the car in the car park. They both got down, and a few bodyguards around greeted them both. When they entered, the maids also greeted them. "Good morning sir." The housekeeper, Mrs Gina greeted them. "Please is Kade around?" Kingsley asked.

A name my mother never spoke. A name that feels like a door cracking open. Kingsley.

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.

Lem Kingsley POV "You are in my seat, kid," Theo says. "I am studying my books for the literature scholar test, Theo," I say. "Go find another table at this neutral territory meeting spot." "Your father Jack Sterling wants me to watch you," Theo says. He sits down fast in front of me and puts his dark coffee cup on my papers. "The Kingsley crime syndicate has lots of enemies in Kingsport City right now. You cannot just sit alone at the Velvet Rose Café."

There’s also a center island for jewelries and a huge full length mirror inside. “You’re officially part of the Kingsley’s now, so yes, these are all for you hand picked by our personal stylist. You need to look the part y’know. I know it can be a nuisance sometimes but being a Kingsley means you need to uphold a certain standard even in your wardrobe. I know you can hold yourself well in social occasions but your style in clothes are really not... y'know what I mean." Shawn was beginning to feel embarrassed "So with that being said, Grandpa threw out all your clothes yesterday and just left you with few of your personal belongi

I already lost in terms of everything against you. “Now then…” Rox continued to with his speech. “It’s time to present youself in front of the King.” He floated lower to the ground until at one point, a subtle CLACK sound is produced by his 3 inches heeled booth that hit against the tiled floor. Wait. I shot my eyes down.

Kingsley gazed at her, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, "If you want to know my flaws, then you'll have to get to know me more deeply." Sherman's heart beat rapidly. She had a feeling of losing control, so she shifted her gaze away quickly. "I want you to call me Kingsley from now on, not Mr. Wright." He added. "What exactly do you do for a living? Why do you have dealings with the mayor and the president of Greig Corporation?" She was curious about his identity. Kingsley's deep eyes moved slightly, and he smiled lightly, "There were just a few encounters. There were some things that were no

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.