All The King's Men Novels & Stories

After all, if we could find reason enough, the King could demand the pack to reveal all of their secrets or face the King's army. "Alpha Fin" stated the wolf who lead us to the packhouse. "I present Alpha Cyrus Astor and Beta Dante Clifford of the Golden Moon pack." I looked at each person's face to assess their emotions determined to find their tells. Those on the lower step showed interest in who we were. The Golden Moon pack was the King's pack after all. His royal court and warriors predominantly came from them. Being Alpha and the King's next of kin, I was also next in line for the throne. Our presence didn't seem to phase the Alpha and Luna. Their faces were passive showing no em

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.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

“What do you want to watch, Kane?” “Anything action or thriller.” King, still smiling because Kane was finally talking without sarcasm, picked a CD and put on 'Fast & Furious.' Unbeknownst to King, Kane was genuinely excited. It had been too long since he last sat down to watch a movie and just chill. His life had always been chaotic, filled with work, plans, and—let’s be honest—his own dirty little tricks. He got lost in the movie. It was the climax, and he was completely engrossed—until he felt something against his shoulder.

That's if they loved their reputation. The word mercy wasn't in his dictionary. "Mr. King?" Tatiana raised a brow. "They call him 'King of the entertainment industry.' His full name is Cassius King. I heard he is a ruthless type, but fuck, he is so hot," Jolene said, and Tatiana gave her a look. "Sorry." Returning her gaze to the imposing man called Cassius, Tatiana was stunned to meet his gaze. Even though she was seeing him from a distance, she felt those piercing gazes prickling her skin.

There is a big difference between the prostitutes who worked for the King and us-" I stood up and asked, "Does Lucian have prostitutes?" The black-haired woman hissed at me again, and I gave her a hard look. I wasn't going to stay still if she touched me again. I would attack her back to show her what I was really made of. "Don't refer to him by name. You can call him King or His Majesty." Before going back to what she was talking about before, the woman corrected me: "The King has us, his women, and he also has the prostitutes."

“I will. I love you.” “I love you too, baby.” Out in the large living room, King dressed rapidly, shrugged on his jean jacket. He was totally focused on what was going on at Curves now, his professional persona sliding into place smoothly and easily. Years of running his special-ops group King’s Men made it as natural as breathing. He went out to his SUV and headed out into the silent city. He took a deep breath, enjoying these moments of peace; he had the feeling that whatever was coming, it was going to be the very antithesis of peaceful.

Inside was a scene that would have made most men pause, but for Julian, it was just another night. The dim light from the overhead lamps cast long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating a small group of men gathered in a rough semi-circle. In the center of them stood King, his broad shoulders relaxed, his easy grin spread across his face as he toyed with a metal baton. The men around him—part of Julian's inner circle—watched with varying degrees of amusement and tension. At King’s feet knelt a man, his face bloody and bruised, his hands bound behind his back. The faint flicker of terror in his eyes didn’t escape Julian’s notice.

, Jessie said. I sighed and took a deep breath and, and then opened the door. There were 4 men sitting on the couch in the living room laughing and talking, all of them dressed in a black suit. They all seemed to pause as I walked in. They were staring at me, with a look of shock on their faces. I took the opportunity to study them all. They looked, honestly very very hot. More than the last time I saw them. "Blu?", one of them called breaking the silence.

Some of the girls stood nervously, unsure what to do with themselves. The 3 men stopped arguing and turned to the busy room. All were dressed in impeccable suits, with medals hanging on their lapels. Theo waved sheepishly, making some girls swoon. Ezra winked to the crowed, causing some girls to fan themselves. The third stood stoic... that must be Grey. He was older than the other 2, but the most handsome. His rugged features highlighted his ice blue eyes. He scanned the crowed, his mouth not forming a smile the whole time. The three men descended the stairs, before walking through the parted crowed to their parents. "good evening" the king announced, standing from his chair "we know you di