Kingsley Novelas e Histórias

king speaks arrogantly and causally and the italian swiftly cuts in shouting " You greedy bastard! How much more money is it going to take to satisfy you? Kingsley turns his face looking with blank expressions and replies. "Until I make more money than yesterday" the TV video paused and fast forward to another scene. "Kingsley is a cruel, selfish and ruthless CEO known among his staffs and workers. A problem brat that will do anything for money" the lawyer slides the video and pressed play. Kingsley his seen with a group of gang holding bats and labour workers kneeling before him pleading in a la

We pull into the basement parking of Sofia's apartment complex, the concrete walls enclosing us in a dimly lit cavern. Following her lead, we ascend to the second floor, traversing a corridor adorned with nondescript doors until we reach the one at the far end. Nestled in the upper echelons of London's East Side, the apartment complex exudes an air of sophistication and exclusivity.

I suggested "that's nonsense, I have managers that can handle that, Kingsley is currently enjoying himself with his girlfriend in Dubai so why should I be left out?" he asked "I never knew Kingsley was in the city, it would be lovely to see him," I said as I ran out of words to say "that's odd, he told me yesterday evening he saw you at a restaurant" he revealed

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

****THE THE KINGS' MANSION**** A cab stopped in front of the mansion and Sylvia got down from it, she paid the driver before going in. Entering the mansion, she met Flora and Freddie in the living room with worried looks on their faces. "Freddie" Sylvia said and they both faced her. "Mummy!!" Flora yelled and ran to meet her, she hugged her immediately. "Where have you been since, Kathy is not at home too" Freddie said and Sylvia sighed before walking to the couch, she sat on it. "Actually..Kathy is sick so your dad and I took her to the hospital" Sylvia said.

I lean forward, playing with his stray baby hairs and his now bushy beard. "My name is Henry King, 26 years old, Alpha of Red Fire pack of the northern mountains and the king of Alphas, descendant of the last living monarch of werewolves. I have special abilities to control fire, I used to live with humans where I got military training for 6 years. I build robots in my spare time and own multiple businesses." He licks his lips, catching his breath. That much I know about him. "I have only ever been in 2 relationships, which lasted about 5 months each. I am by no means a celibate man." He finally stops and sucks in a breath.

Chapter 69: Six Years Ago The West Kingdom was a land of beauty and strict traditions. Princess Victoria was the cherished daughter of the king and was known for her grace and poise. Yet, beneath her royal demeanor, she harbored a secret that defied her father's expectations. In the shadowed halls of the palace, Victoria had found comfort in the company of Benjamin Marlowe, the scholarly son of Head Minister Marlowe from the Middle Kingdom. Their clandestine meetings were filled with whispered conversations of their affection. Benjamin's intelligence and gentle nature captivated Victoria, and their bond deepened into a forbidden love.

I stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, as if I was trying to tell him how ridiculous an idea it was. "And guess who is bankrolling my campaign?" He asked, the excitement crawling up his skin. He could barely hide it. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing so fiercely that I tried my best to conceal my laughter. "Who?" "Kingsley The Great. One of the leaders of the many dangerous packs based in Cleveland." He concluded, standing, with his heart pacing in a bid to contain his excitement which to me, was impossible. I ran a hand through my hair. Kingsley? Wasn't he the man that was rumored as fierce and dangerous? He was known almo

“I do. I’ve got an update on what you asked for.” She paused. Set the glass down carefully. “Go on.” “There’s no doubt now—Kingsley traveled to Brooklyn.” “Brooklyn?” Beth repeated, blinking as if she’d misheard. “What the hell is he doing in Brooklyn? “He Stayed at an hotel, Springview hotel. Didn’t register under his name, but I got it. He was seen entering and leaving a café on Spring Street multiple times. The café is owned by his ex-wife. Katherine.” Beth went completely still.

The villa smelled of pepper soup and cigarettes by nightfall. Kingsley had ordered steaming bowls from a spot in Ikoyi, goat meat sinking into rich broth thick with pepper and scent leaves, the air sharp with heat that clung to everyone’s tongues. Bottles of red wine sat open on the table, sweating beers half-drunk, and a bottle of Hennessy already tilting dangerously low.