Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

I growled through my teeth "And you will bow" "Not a chance" after I said that matty took the silver whip and dipped it into the hybrid mixture again. Then whipped me until I almost pass out, as my eyes were dropping He finally stops and picked up my head so we were looking into eachothers eyes. "You will bow to your kings"

The King and Sorin kept up a lively conversation until we reached the parlor. “Drink?” “Scotch please.” Sorin poured our drinks and produced a glass half filled with wine for Abigail. The King stood with his back to us and I drained my glass in one swallow. He turned to face us and I saw his true face, the one laced with anger. “I do not like being made to look a fool Mr Grey.” The King’s voice was now harsh, nothing like the façade he’d put out earlier. “Of course not my King.”

“I have no time with that Athena. An early meeting will be held this morning. And you need to stay indoors or else…" “The king of blackmail is back at it again. I want to go outside EL, and no one can stop me. Keep that in mind. By the way, where is Mia?" He just sighed and turned his back on me. He really can't do anything with my stubbornness. Just give it up EL. Arguing with me will only hurt your head and that's really my goal so you'll finally kick me out of your life. Ahahaha. @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments!

“Last chance Killian, tell us who was helping you escape and you can go free. I’ll chuck you outside the gates for your family to see you before you die.” Our eyes were locked together as I held my breath. Breathing heavily he somehow managed to shake his head despite his neck missing most of its skin. One nod at me and he would have maybe had the chance to see his mate one last time. “As you wish,” Kingsley muttered before tipping a bottle of amber liquid over him. Whiskey, the alcohol on his raw wounds caused him to go into spasms of pain, screeching wildly as though he was on fire.

He deserves it, as does anyone, male or female, who does the same thing. James gets up and starts walking towards the place where the containment wells are, Victoria and her servants start walking in the other direction, and I sigh and try to get back to my quarters. "My King!" I hear the voice of a man, who is one of my Lords, ruler of the House of Lilies. I turn to look at him, his white hair falling past his shoulders and contrasting against his black skin and navy blue clothes. "Isaac," I say his name and he bows.

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

“We’ll see about that. Now, why are you late?” “It is just a birthday, King. I do not see what the big deal is.” “My daughter’s birthday. That is the big deal, Dan.” I resist the urge to tell him it is still just a birthday since those words will definitely get me punched. My face is kind of real estate now and can not be bruised in any way. King’s, too. Which is why the face is a red zone in our fights. King flicks his lighter shut, slips it back in his pocket, and reaches into the cabinet. He retrieves a bottle of The Balvenie 21 Year Old PortWood Finish and pours two glasses, then slides one across the counter to me.

When Kim saw that I took non alcoholic cocktail, she grabbed my arm and asked, "Are you underage?" "What?" "The one without alcohol is juice. Since it's a cocktail party, of course we should drink this," Kim said as she handed me a golden cocktail. "Martini is called the 'King of cocktails'." I glanced at the glass in front of me and nodded. I really didn't know much about cocktails. After I picked up the glass, the bartender next to me handed me a plate of fruit. Kim helped me take the plate of fruit and I went back to my seat. During this time, Kim had been standing beside me and urged me. "Try it, hurry up and have a taste."

he mentions, rubbing his neck where the knife was, before nodding at my once wounded shoulder. I blink. "What?" Grey taps his chin, remembering his encounter with this man. "This may not be credible, but the man was drunk off his ass, claiming his friend brought the whole bar drinks because he made so much from that one job. Even I got a-" "Shut up. Get to the point," I growl, as it dawns on me what Tai has done. "He said the King paid his friend to have you shot. He didn't say if he knew why, though," Grey admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

Alpha Nicholas said from atop the staircase as his brother joined him. “Oh, baby. It’s just this slave. Why do we have to keep her here? She should be in the gutters or, better still, with the rogues." Lydia said, flinging herself on Nicholas. “Trust me, Lydia, there’s nothing more I’d want to do for my brother’s wife than to have her head served on a platter for you. But a queen like you deserves something more. I doubt even the rogues would accept her. Can’t you see how dirty and wet she is like a rat?” Nicklaus said, laughing at me as they all joined in mocking me.