Chevalier Novels & Stories

He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all. Getting the message, Williams nodded his head and with the little smile still hanging on his face, asked "When will the meeting start?" "In thirty minutes, your highness." "Let's get going then." Williams said and walked out the door passed him. Mario smiled a smile of victory and immediately followed his boss as they walked down the hall way. Walking behind his master, all his senses were at alert, scrutinizing the whole passage to make sure Williams could thread safely on the royal blue rug beneath this foot. He was a guardian created for the Prince like Merlin was made for Arthur. He took it as a purpose and he loved this pu

“Tell me all about him.” “I don’t know that much. He was twenty-nine yesterday. He’s six foot one. He has a twin brother called Saxon, and a younger brother called Damon. They run a company that does some kind of research into robotics and prostheses. And he plays the guitar. That’s about it.” “Have you Googled him?” “No.” “Right.” She pulls out her phone. “Charlie…” “Don’t tell me you’re not curious.” I hesitate. Then, after a few seconds, I give in and nod. I am curious. I’m so curious I would definitely kill a cat if there was one around. “His surname is Chevalier.”

“We are Gythaeans. We came at the King's orders; you cannot capture us. Do you understand that the King will be-” “Shut up,” Alarick said, and the chubby man’s eyes widened a little when Alarick stood up, towering over them. He walked closer until he was looking straight down at them both, and the blond one swallowed nervously. “What's your name?” he asked the bald one. His voice had gone cold and dark from anger at the man’s insolence. “Chevelle Layland, second right hand man of the Head of the Gythaean Royal Council and a Mage,” he said, squaring his shoulders and looking up at him. “And you-”

His demeanor said this smile of his was effective to her gender, and she was sure it was, but it was wasted on her. She was already taken by the beauty of the Baron. He was the only man she wanted to see right now. “Ahh, Adalene Duvre. A beautiful name. Mademoiselle Duvre, enjoying the loveliness of the garden?” “And its peacefulness,” she added in a soft voice. The knight was not dense. He understood what she meant. But he did not make any movement to leave. Instead, he came closer to where she was standing. “Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bertrand de Montpessat. I’m a squire to the great knight Philip Lornier of the king’s palace. I’m here to present a message to Baron Fab

She couldn’t hold back the tremble of her hands waiting for the man’s reply. “Before that, I need to introduce you to a friend of mine. A conjurer.” Earl Doubrava flicked his finger to invite the hooded man forward and the latter did so almost immediately, standing near the Earl’s right side. “He is Monsieur Perrin, a famous conjurer in his country, France. He is the one who discovered a way, Milady.”

Azrael remembered the houses he had seen in the beginning. Right! There he had this one in 1820 ... what was his name? … Oh well, Charles Ferdinand de Bourbon killed and then this saddler Pierre Lavel? Level? Louvel! shoved into the shoes. The idiot really thought it was him and of course he was executed for what he "did". Well, that wasn't Azrael's problem, but he had gotten a fair amount of money for the assassination attempt. And what was even better: he had looked behind the scenes of the world of politics and power and had been able to enjoy everything as a silent observer.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

Only one person dared to barge in unannounced without waiting for a reply from me. Sergei, my closest person barged in with a grim expression. “We’ve got word from Chevalier, he’s been having secret meetings.” The muscles in my jaw tensed. It wasn’t often that someone had the audacity to meddle in my affairs. The French mafia were resilient and headstrong on keeping their power in distributing ammunitions and they’ve become a pain in the ass. Adrian Chevalier is the godfather of the French mafia, he’s been at the top since he took over at the age of thirty and now at the old age of eighty three, the bastard won’t retire.

"You still haven't figured me out. Why would you make it sound like I'm some slut? What a shame, Zoey." The two Lavigne sisters continued glaring at each other, as if any minute now, they would catapult themselves into each other and start a petty catfight. At the end, Zoey gave up. She still respects Zara no matter what happens. "Dionysus Chevalier. And, his grandfather was Master Hermes Chevalier. Bless his soul. Happy now?" Zara unconsciously dropped her second canned beer on the floor. Her hands trembled and she immediately hid it away from Zoey's sight. "Chevalier. Fuck. A

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“You. Me. Zafir d’Or. And His Royal Highness, Prince Colin Montagne el’Varel.” “No way.” Jester smirked. “Come on. Why else did you think we were bringing you in?”