Novels by King

Madden walked closer to Onora. She stepped backward, her heart racing like a feral beast trying to escape its cage. His steps continued, low clicks and soft thuds.Each step brought him nearer, and each step drove her farther back. She didn’t know what he wanted, but she knew it was bad, dangerous—and she was too soft for that.Onora’s back pressed against the wall as he took another step closer. He pinned her to it, her breath stopping as he leaned in, their faces just an inch apart.What was he going to do? Kiss her savagely like they do in movies until she lost her breath completely?He placed his nose against her neck, his warm breath grazing her skin. Maybe he wanted to give her a hickey to claim her—or maybe take it to the next stage.“My lord, the slave in the torture room looks dead,” a man in a suit reported with his head bowed, his voice laced with respect.He glanced at their position, then his eyes widened. “My lord, I am sorry if I interrupted anything,” he said quickly,

7PM, WAREHOUSEAside from being a mafia and hating his siblings for a reason nobody knows, Madden Hart owns the biggest warehouse in the underworld business where he imports and exports illegal goods and weapons in and out of the country.But who would ask or question him? Nobody.Clover drove roughly into the warehouse and was immediately surrounded by Moon and Rollins."Hey dude, you're finally here," Rollins shook hands with him."Yeah, what about others?" Clover asked and looked at Moon who greeted him with a smile."They are out for an exchange," she said."How come I have no idea about that?" Clover frowned."Timothy led them. The boss told him to," Rollins said.Clover scoffed."Come on, let it go. We all know how Tim always wants to be the boss's favorite," Rollins said."Like I care," Clover hissed and started walking toward the workers."Hey you, what are you doing?" He pointed straight at one."You saw something?" Rollins asked.The man Clover pointed to smirked from up the

HART'S CASTLEOnora stared at herself in the mirror after getting dressed; she was surprised with the way she looked so different. She had never dressed in such an expensive outfit before."You look so good, my lady," Miranda smiled and Onora looked at her."But what's the occasion? Why am I getting dressed?" she asked.Miranda smiled."Follow me."Onora followed as she said, without argument. They left her suite and continued to walk in the large castle and it was beginning to look like Onora was getting tired."Where are we going?" she asked."Probably to introduce everyone here to you," Miranda smiled."Is that necessary?" Onora asked."Of course, my lady," Miranda replied and Onora sighed.They walked some minutes more and finally entered a big hall where all the servants were waiting already.Onora was shy as she entered; she kept her face down. She had never faced such numbers of people at the same time and she felt like running out at that very moment, but she couldn't—not when

Onora brought her head out of the full water inside the tub and groaned loudly, breathing a little bit faster than normal.It was her first morning in her new place and she was looking forward to see how it was going to be."Gosh," she wiped the water off her face and moved her wet hair back; the hair dropped inside the water.She sat there, staring around the big bathroom, wondering why and how someone would make a bathroom this big. Is it supposed to serve other purposes or just bathing?"Lady Onora?" she heard Miranda's voice from the bedroom and she sighed."My lady?" she called again.Onora said nothing and got out of the bathtub. She walked into the towel closet in the bathroom and picked one of the many towels there and the hair towel too before she finally left the bathroom."Good morning, my lady," Miranda bowed with a little smile."Can you call me Onora...""No," Miranda cut in almost immediately.Onora stared at her blankly and said nothing."I see you're not the talking t

THE HARTS' ESTATEOnora didn't realize how long she had slept, until she felt a hand tapping her gently and she opened her eyes."We are here, Lady Onora," one of the men in suits said.Onora blinked and carefully stepped down from the car, dragging her long dress with her and totally got lost, staring at the paradise she was in.It was nighttime, but this place—this heaven—looked like... what was she supposed to compare it with?This is indeed a castle."Please come with us," the man said with a short bow and led the way.Onora could see more men in suits from different angles of the house, holding weapons and looking dangerous.She immediately increased her pace and followed the men in front of her.They continued walking, away from most of the buildings and suites till the men entered another one.A lady in her fifties welcomed them with a smile. Without a word, the men went out, leaving just Onora."You must be tired, my lady," she bowed."I....""Come with me," the woman said and

AMERICA, WASHINGTON DC ~ THE VALE’S RESIDENCEWriter's POVOnora sat down on her bed. Probably, this might be the last time she would get to sit and feel it. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying.Earlier that day, she got married—to the last man she had ever expected or wanted to get married to.Funniest part? She didn’t see him. She only received the ring, like a present, on her bed, in her room. In one word, she had no idea who she had just married or how he looked.Of course, she’d heard a lot about him—how his face could kill at one sight because of his handsomeness, height, and everything—but Onora was never interested.She was just twenty. How could her parents give her up so easily to a man in his thirties or forties? She could tell he was old enough to be her father.According to the news, their family was one of the richest in the country, yet no one knew their job. What if they were criminals? But no one dared to ask. And now, she was married to a man whose name she only