Chapter Kings Cross Novels & Stories

POV: Finn | London, Rookeries London is louder than I expected, which is the first thing I notice when we come off the train at King's Cross and which is the first piece of information I add to the London I have been building in my head from Papa's letters, because the London in Papa's letters is a place of specific people and specific events and specific feelings and none of those things have a sound, and the actual London has sound in a way that Scotland's hills do not, the specific compressed quality of very many people in a small space all making noise simultaneously. Mama has my hand and I have my bag and Papa is on my other side and the three of us are walking through King's Cross with

THE FIRST CHAPTER WAITS. Far beyond the Twelfth Door... something began turning the pages... of a book that had never been opened. The black key was warm. Not with heat... With memory. The moment Adrian's fingers touched its surface... the Hall of Readers vanished. No explosion. No flash. It simply ceased to exist. Adrian found himself standing inside an endless corridor. There were no walls. Only doors. Thousands upon thousands of them. Every door carried a title. The Kingdom That Refused to Die.

Note from Katherine Jaynara Welcome back to the My Four Mates universe <3 Four Kings for Christmas is a festive short set a couple of months after the end of Bullied By My Four Mates. We see Ava and her mates deal with new problems in the Kingdom whilst maneuvering around the issue of Ava's infertility. Much love from me to you this festive season. CHAPTER 1: GROWING PAINS Two Months Ago… AVA My heart pounded like a war drum as I stood in the council chamber, my crown feeling heavy. The advisors' voices blend into a cacophony of worry, each word hammering home the gravity of the situation the Kingdom was in.

The panoramic view of the city beyond the window serves as a silent backdrop to the turbulent emotions that swirl within the confines of my office. "Oh my god, Henry, you can't be this dumb," Chris sighs, the exasperation in his voice underscoring the futility of my chosen path. "This is exactly what he wants, for you to play his pathetic little game." The room, adorned with vintage rugs and regal furnishings, seems to close in further as the weight of Chris's words settles. The echoes of our conversation linger, mingling with the timeless ambience of the royal estate, leaving behind a sense of impending upheaval in the air.

A sweet scented breeze billows in, the essence of jasmine and peony lingering in a way that makes my nose start to itch. "Wait...What did you just say?" Marek motions for me to step out of the carriage, looking unbothered by what he is telling me. "The King." "I know who he is," I say, stepping out and into the rain, which has thankfully lightened to a soft drizzle. Despite the rain, everything around us glistens, from the trees, to the sweeping garden that leads up to the manor. "How do you know the King?"

It smelt beautiful; freshly cut grass and honey. The presence next to the large green eyed man terrified Klara, the power and dominance made her want to shrink, become invisible. She hadn’t even seen him, she daren't look but she knew he had to be the King… the bloodthirsty, torturous, greedy King. But she had to swallow those thoughts, her whole life she’d been taught to despise and hate the royal family… they were imposters. She gulped “My King.” She bowed her head and then extended her neck in submission. “I'm sorry I came onto your land… I didn't know where to go.”

Cassandra wished she too should have learned how to remain hidden. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I see someone dying, someone getting hurt. I don’t even know why images of our king flash in my mind. His golden curls, himation bellowing in the wind, and his armor shining under the sun. son of Zeus! What does this mean? Why is Apollo showing me these flashes? Will anything ominous happen to him? God forbid! "

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ Minister Kingsley rides the carriage traveling away from his home, the Raphbarg Kingdom looking for ladies fitting for the competition. His eyebrow furrows while he reads the scroll. Out of all the people in their Kingdom. He would share the ride. He is sitting horizontally in front of the Royal Doctor, William. He steals glances at William, who is crossing his arms in front of his chest, pouting. It looks like the two are having a suffocating atmosphere inside the carriage.

Almost every student at Adelaide Academy knows that, so, it is very difficult for me now to avoid the men who linked to her then. "Where are you going? I'll join you, babe." I just closed my eyes to Ralph's clinginess as I held a children's book entitled The Princess and The Pauper and headed straight to the parking lot where I knew my driver was waiting for me to come home. In an unnamed kingdom, a princess and a pauper are born at the same time.