Chapter Kings Cross Novels & Stories

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

Probably his mother. Or perhaps.. the little boy inside him who had been abandoned long before he became the Campus King. Minutes later...He slowly loosened his arms ,Still asleep. Nyra gently guided him back toward their room. He obeyed without resistance, as she tucked the blanket over him, she whispered softly, "You carry too much alone, Lazy Jerk." He never heard her. ****** Morning arrived with the smell of freshly baked bread Nyra yawned as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Kaizen looked unusually refreshed. She narrowed her eyes.

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.

She swept her wavy brown hair over one shoulder and grabbed her clutch. In the taxi, Amy hugged Matt’s arm in excitement. The rambling old brownstone she called home was a world away from the gleaming venue lit up like a crystal palace, the floral displays worthy of Marie Antoinette. As Matt headed off to check on his catering staff, Amy snagged a flute of champagne and wandered starry-eyed through the extravagance. Until she collided face-first with a wall of solid muscle encased in a tux. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” Amy squeaked. Looking up, she met the weird gaze of Viktor Valenko, infamous billionaire chief executive dubbed "the King of Wall Street” by gossip blogs. The hard planes of his f

He asked with the same soft voice. Vivian blinked her big eyes and answered "my name is Vivian Turner.. And your?" She asked back.. An unknown soft smile crept on his face "I am Alexander King.." Her eyes widened in surprise "you are King?" He nodded "yes.." With a pursing lips and confusing eyes, Vivian watched him carefully "Then where is your king dress?" For her King's should wear their expensive costumes how she has seen in cartoons and story books.. Alexander chuckled "I am the King without any King dress.."

The world lurched as he was hauled upward, tangled in rope that bit into his fur and skin. “Hold him! That thing is vicious!” Elowen went limp. He trembled and played the part of a frightened creature. Inside him, satisfaction curled warm. He had made it past the wards, through the garden, and directly into the hands of the king. It was exactly where he needed to be. “Bring him,” an unfamiliar voice commanded. The tone was low, clipped, and authoritative. The guards snapped to attention. The hounds backed off with whining confusion. They carried the netted fox through a corridor veined with torchlight. Servants pressed themselves against the walls as the procession passed, their eyes wide wi

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."