Chapter Kings Cross Novels & Stories

With him here, she would finally be able to speak out her mind. "You missed lunch." Mr and Mrs Lancaster got up to give a bow. Alexander didn't say anything to them. Instead, he faced his mother. "I had much more important things to do than have lunch with them." He said. Meanwhile, Helen noticed the king's prescnce and her eyes widened. She did not expect to see him. "The king is here." She said for her siblings to hear. Vivian had a look of shock and excitement. She thought that he had forgotten and had just remembered. The pain that was in her heart vanquished and pure confidence rushed in.

Each step through the corridor seemed to echo louder than it should have. The palace was waking — servants moving silently, curtains drawn back to let in the thin light. The scent of wet stone and roses filled the air. By the time I reached the king’s door, my pulse had steadied, though my hands would not stop trembling. The guard pushed the doors open, then bowed himself out. Kael stood by the window. The light caught the dark edge of his hair, the line of his shoulders beneath a black shirt that looked as if it had been thrown on without thought.

Raisa asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Ours," Aaryan confirmed. "My father wanted us to live like royalty here." Zarif chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. "We *are* royalty. Now, we are the Kings of New York." Aaryan walked to the window. Below him, the city pulsed with life—car headlights flowing like molten gold, the Hudson River shimmering in the distance. He thought to himself: *One day, this city will be in my palm.* But not today. Today was for observation. Today was for survival.

The other made a small soft sound that was not quite a word. The king was not looking at his witches. The king was looking at the half-dead young woman in the dirt of Ironbough's courtyard. He had not yet dismounted. He had not yet spoken. He sat on the back of his enormous black war-horse in the centre of the silent courtyard and he had gone perfectly still in the saddle in the way a tall strong man goes perfectly still when his body has just taken in a piece of information his mind has not yet caught up with.

"You are going to lie down with our son. You are going to let your body heal." "Lucian..." "I will not let the fire touch you," he growled fiercely, silencing her objection with a deep, consuming kiss that completely rewired her nervous system. He pulled back, his dark eyes radiating a terrifying, lethal promise. "Victoria Cross thinks she is a ghost. She thinks she can hide in the architecture." He stepped back, picking up the solid red tungsten key. "But she completely forgot," the apocalyptic King whispered, turning his heavily scarred face toward the sprawling, dead shadows of the city. "I own the dark."

Blade was at his side, hacking down the last of Rafe’s stragglers as they ran. The Kings burst into the night just as the warehouse groaned and folded in on itself, flames clawing high into the sky. The heat followed them out, hot and punishing, the crack of collapsing steel echoing across the lot. Cruz bent forward, coughing hard, spitting soot. His eyes burned, lungs raw. But he stood. He had to. Around them, the Kings regrouped, panting, bloodied, faces streaked with soot and sweat. “We hit him hard,” Knox wheezed, chest heaving. “Rafe’s gonna choke on this one.”

Roseline was pacing restlessly in the room when Martha rushed in and told her the King was calling for her in his chambers. "Huh?? Why???" She asked worriedly, her heart beating so rapidly. "Come on, Rose. There's nothing to be worried about. He only wants to talk about the baby" Replied Martha as she held her hand and led her out of the room. * * Roseline arrived at the King's Chambers and had a conversation with him about the baby. She explained how it happened and also made him understand that was the reason she was actually there at the palace because she'd been looking for a means to tell him about it.

Alexander silently seats beside Victoria and listens to his wife talking with the old couple. He the King Alexander knight had never even dreamed that he will be dining in a food stall for the second time. It's all because of the women beside him. He shakes his head and looks here and there. Many people were walking around happily around the market. Some were eating some were talking some were looking for clothes, etc.

He turned to glance at its title. Seven most painful ways to die. Kevin’s face contorted at the sight of the cover page. What the hell is Cedric doing with books like this? Kevin noticed a little drawer close beside the table where he stood. He observed a ring placed on top of it. Reaching for the drawer, he picked up the ring and examined it. It felt familiar in his grip.

I succeed in stopping my self from face-palming myself. "So are you going to let me in or what?" He says rather awkwardly. I step aside for him to enter. Noticing that he brought his bags, I ask, "D-do you n-need help with t-that?" Nice going, Stutter Sally. "If you want to. I brought it just in case you approve of me. Didn't want to make two trips for nothing." "Good thinking." I say. "So. My name is Mason King. I am in college. I am twenty. I don't necessarily like pets nor do I have any. I can cook meaning I can make a decent oatmeal and ramen noodles." He says really fast."Oh and I like to eat."