Kingsley の小説・ストーリー

Arthur paused before he continued, "Have you heard of the late Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his late wife Elizabeth? They'd died when you would have just been a young boy." Jack looked at Arthur. Of course he'd read the stories about Dr. Alexander and Elizabeth Kingsley. Their murders had rocked all of Omene. Dr. Alexander Kingsley was the eldest son and heir of George Kingsley, the Lord of the Kingsley family. Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his wife, Elizabeth, were well loved in Omene. Though they were rich

I would be mortified, and I probably should be, but there is something amusing about Marek confident tone that makes me want to play back. "I heard that too, although the looks part is debateable," I tell the girl, nudging Marek in the side. The girl looks thoughtful, believing it, considering how gorgeous she thinks the King is. Marek's eyes narrow on me, his fingertips drumming impatiently against the countertop. "We are going to need that room urgently." The woman wastes no time once I pay her. "Here's your key."

He watched her for a while before diverting his gaze to Kingsley. "Who is she?" Logan asked. "Well..uh... she's a stripper "Kingsley stuttered. He's already getting uncomfortable with his boss’s hard gaze on him. The look on Logan eyes isn't good at all, like all the men in the club, they watched Kory with a lust filled eyes. "I want her now, Kingsley.” His voice came out in a deep slur. "L...l.. lord Logan. S...s..she's not a sex worker..s.. she's... only...a stripper.” He replied, counting his words slowly and trying to sound firm.

Surrounded by a spectrum of astonished expressions, Charlotte was stunned herself, nodding almost reflexively, unable to process. Kingsley faintly tugged at the corner of his lips, displaying a satisfied smile. "Good girl." The surrounding crowd was speechless with shock. Who was Kingsley? He was the school's famous Daemon King! His obsession with cleanliness bordered on the perverse, and he avoided people. Yet here he was, taking the initiative to approach Charlotte, personally adjusting her attire, inviting her to dine with him, even smiling tenderly! It was as if the sun had risen in the west; Kingsle

Kingsley clears his throat and declares, “Oh, I didn't come to see you leave Louisa. I'm here to take you home.” He faces Liam and asks, “Are you ready to go home, big boy?” “Yes!” Liam replies excitedly, the thought of driving in Kingsley's expensive car filling him. “There'll be no need for that sir—” Fred cuts in, his tone firm but polite. Kingsley looks calmly and indifferently into Fred's eyes and says with a smooth accent, "Kingsley's the name, doctor.” He turns to Louisa and points at one of the bags, asking, “Shall I take that?"

About Kelsey. _______

my far away cousin; Kingsley

Damon grabs his keys, and his hand brushes mine as we head toward the door together. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. We step out into the hallway, and there is Kingsley, slouched on the couch like the building owner that he is. Coffee in one hand, sunglasses pushed into his wild curls. “My favourite people in the whole world,” he announces with a grin. “Good morning, Kingsley,” I say, smiling. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, with that same unbothered charm that probably gets him into more trouble than it gets him out of.