Christina Knight Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

🌼 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 🌼 "Get on your knees and strip!... " "Mr. Fernandez... I... " "Get on your fucking knees... Christiana! " Christiana flinched and slowly, she knelt. She didn't dare to ask Damien why he wanted her to kneel. There was no point trying to act ignorant. It's obvious he already found out everything. "Now take off your clothes " Christiana's eyes widened a bit and she looked up at Damien whose eyes were literally in flames.

Dylan told me. "Is Blake mad at me?" Dylan frowned and shook his head as a reply. "Why would he be mad at you?" "Because I put Christy in danger," I replied, nervously playing with my hands. Dylan put his hand under my chin, making me face him. "To me, Christina is just a Rogue. But, that isn't something I'll go into right now. She's the mate of an Alpha, the Luna of their pack. I doubt you tried persuading her to accompany you."

He said smiling at her. “Yeah I don’t believe that.” She said looking away from him. “I know I am going to be a lot stronger in a few days because he is giving me magic that is going to unlock my powers, I will then take you both on, and I will make sure you suffer the most.” She said looking at her. “Well I take that as a challenge, I look forward to it Anabel Knight.” He said before he disappeared.

"Don't call it void yet if I am not the ultimate Alpha." "To me son, you are my Alpha. My Ultimate Alpha. You have always been and will remain forever." His mother said. She drew him close, and kissed his forehead. She placed his forehead before hers. Leowulf smiled. At least before he gets his own Luna, the former Luna is perfect. She makes him happy. In one of his classes with the priest, he had been asked to ask for the kind of woman he wanted. Without any doubt, he had said he wanted a woman like his mother.

He asked with his pinned at Mishka. “M-Martha made this.” She stuttered. “Who is Martha?” He asked, confused, and Mishka chuckled, “She is the head chef in your Knight Mansion.” “Oh… I’ll definitely kiss her hand tonight. It is amazing.” Christian said and started eating, forgetting about all his worries. Soon he finished his breakfast and now was the time to talk about the actual problems. “So, tell me,” He asked. “I don’t know how to start but….” Before Mishka could complete her sentence, Ana entered panic.

Jessica Knight: She is a 23years girl . She beautiful but very cunning. She loves her brother a lot. She wants to live her life on her terms but due to being a Knight she needs to portray herself as a sophisticated woman. Her family wants her to marry in a rich and reputed family but she is not interested in getting married. James Oliver :

Jun stretched his hand out for a handshake, "Hello, I'm Yeon's friend. Nice to meet you." she smiled and accepted the handshake. "Hello, I'm Hwa, Yeon's girlfriend. Nice to meet you too." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Her heart thudded in her chest and she knew by the cruel smiles on their faces that they could hear it. Pride stifled fear, and Katherine forced her face into a cold but neutral expression. She slowly turned back around to face Convel. "So, what? You're just going to off me now So you can take over the world? And what kind of a cliché comic book villain are you anyway?" Katherine asked, allowing her sarcastic nature to take over. She needed something to keep her head cool if she was going to get out of this still breathing. Surely by now someone would have noticed that she was missing.

Moving the light and moving through the spacey room, my eyes then landed on rows and rows of not books, but journals; each one titled on the spine with a date and moving with a hot purpose, my hands found their way to a random dated journal. Flipping through the pages and stopping randomly, my eyes found handwriting that looked so old and ink no longer dark, lightened with age, I read a few sentences. This past week was foul, leaking with appalling tendencies, and as I choose to write this, my hand is shaking with repugnance. Allerick has tried and trued his position to me as Alpha Knight and husband, and even as my best friend, but I feel as if I cannot always condone in sharing my personal