Chapter Kings Cross Novelas e Histórias

“If a human was around, you’d come off as a pedophile.” “Why should I care what humans think?” Aidan scoffed. “I suppose you don’t have to. You’re a king after all,” she shrugged. “Damn right.” Zara looked out the window, watching the city lights come into view as the car slowed as it went uphill the city’s wealthiest neighborhood. She sighed tiredly, a somber mood descending upon them.

He walked to the window. Looked out over the city. Lights flickered below. Alive. Unaware. A faint, humorless smile touched his lips. “So…” His voice was low. Almost thoughtful. “The king of the underground.” A pause. His eyes darkened slightly. “My son.” The words came easier this time. Not softer. But accepted. His head tilted slightly. “If he rules…” A breath. “Then I rule.” Not dominance. Not greed. Something else. Recognition. Blood. Legacy.

As if attempting to recall the sensation of being complete. Beyond the boardroom, the workplace thrummed with normal activity. Within, two kings battled their history, their emotions, and above all, the irresistible fo rce drawing them closer.

Now there was only this — cold, steady breathing and eyes that watched everything. He killed it. My baby. Jax’s kid. One needle and it was gone like it never mattered. I won’t cry for something I never got to hold. Crying is noise. Noise gets you killed. I’ll be quiet. I’ll be useful. And when the time comes, I’ll be the last thing he ever sees. The door opened. King stepped in, carrying a plate of food himself this time — grilled chicken, rice, some vegetables. He closed the door behind him with his foot and set the plate on the small table.

Chapter 11: Love knows no bounds Now, Isabel had been moved to a small, yet elegant chamber adjacent to the king’s own quarters. The room was modest, yet far more luxurious than anything she had ever known. It was adorned with soft linens, rich tapestries, and a window that overlooked the palace gardens. Though initially overwhelmed, Isabel quickly found comfort in her new surroundings, especially as her interactions with the king grew more frequent and intimate.

I asked, pursing my lips. “No one knows.” I nodded. “Figures.” The King finally turned to me, a thoughtful look on his face. “You’re taking this very well.” I shrugged. “If I panic now, I’ll panic later too. Might as well wait.” Jaxon snorted. That earned him an annoyed look from the King. What crawled up his ass and died there? Jaxon straightened himself and opened the book. The pages moved on their own, flipping fast, then slowing, then stopping. Symbols burned faintly across the paper, glowing warmly like embers under ash.

What shocked him was seeing the person bound to the cross, her mouth sealed as she struggled fiercely atop the cross gazing at the fire as if burnt higher and higher in sheer horror. He realised they were burning his mate alive! They were trying to use her as a goddamn sacrifice! The darkness has been keeping a tight leash upon swelled as fury greater than anything he has ever felt boiled deep inside of him. He suddenly heard a soft voice in his head, “King,” right as the cross collapsed towards the fire and King exploded! ***** In a brightly lit room in Asteroy, Knox suddenly slammed his hand on the table and he shot up to his feet in excitement. “I found it!”

We know his brother, Alexander knows his name but there is one other person, his personal servant of course but they're always with the king. It's a few hours after lunchtime, me and her open the door, nobody's in the halls. Taking the many steps down the stairs and walking to the library. We enter and see the stacks and stacks of books scattered around the room. Rows and rows of neatly packed bookshelves stand tall, collecting dust. I walk in but don't hear Dixie's footsteps behind me. I turn around and see her standing still mouth agape. I chuckle and cross my arms at her, "You're gonna catch flies." I tell her jokingly.

104. KING’S MANSION Amber fiddled with her fingers, her heart pounding in her chest as they drove into the surroundings of King’s mansion. The mansion was truly impressive, its exterior a reflection of Kevin's wealth and status. The imposing structure was flanked by manicured gardens, the driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. The front of the house boasted an elegant portico, flanked by towering marble pillars. It was clear that no expense had been spared in its construction.