Eggsy Suit Kingsman Novels & Stories

EMERSON: "I'll be the master who programs you to please me, I'll rewrite your codes to serve my soul... alone!" IELUS: "You stole from me, now you must pay the price. I'd bound you by obligation and shape your fate to suit my taste." LEROY: "You'll never own me. I'll resist you, Alien, with every ounce of hatred in me. And I'll never surrender." ~~~~~~~~ BLUE TALE (The Series) In this captivating 3-in-1 serial M × M novel, three entwined storylines explore the complexities of power, control, and surrender all amidst Love for the Unnatural, unrealistic. CODE OF DESIRE & OBSESSION: Infamous CEO of 'SupportYou', Emerson Emerson must test a cutting-edge sex bot designed for companionship and sex before purchasing or investing in it. But when he discovers it's not actually a robot but a human with artificial intelligence as its brain, he's drawn into a world of passion and obsession. WINDBOUND: A Spirit Host, Raven, born human has been tormented by malevolent spirits since he knew himself. He finds relief in an artifact taken from the mountains. Unbeknownst to him, the artifact belongs to a Wind Spirit, Ielus, who now demands retribution and binds Raven to a debt of obligation. ALIEN SKIES: When an alien invasion forces kid Leroy to become a captive, he finds himself at the mercy of his extraterrestrial captor, Xcott. But as Leroy resists Xcott's attempts to break him, he discovers a forbidden attraction that threatens to upend everything. ENJOY!!!

A spilled drink. A billion-dollar suit. A mate bond that changes everything. Elowen Hale is drowning in debt, hiding her wolfless secret, and just trying to survive her scholarship at the elite Mooncrest University, until she ruins Lycian Valor’s designer suit at a charity gala. Lycian is the cold, untouchable heir to one of the most powerful Alpha bloodlines in the world. At twenty-two and unmated, his wolf is losing control. Then a clumsy scholarship student crashes into him, and his wolf recognizes what his mind can’t accept: she’s his fated mate. There’s just one problem, she’s wolfless. His offer: Pretend to be his girlfriend for one semester. He’ll pay off all her debts. Her response: She laughs in his face. Then accepts, because she’s desperate. What starts as a fake relationship for mutual benefit becomes dangerously real when Elowen’s dormant wolf awakens, revealing she’s not just any wolf, she’s a Moonsilver Alpha, from a bloodline thought extinct and hunted for centuries. Now Elowen must navigate pack politics, survive those who want her dead, and master powers she never knew she had. And Lycian must choose between his pack’s expectations and the mate who was never supposed to exist. When ancient enemies emerge and war threatens everything they love, being the Campus King’s fake girlfriend becomes a matter of life, death, and a mate bond that could unite, or destroy, the entire wolf world.

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.

"Bitch! Still trying to play innocent?" Jasper said as he tightened his grip on Renea's throat and squeezed harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea... What was even more shocking was that the woman in the video was Renea Morris, but the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to get the phone out of Jasper's hand and tried to explain, "Jasper, it was not what you think... I... I can..." Jasper looked at Renea with disgusted eyes as he said, "Let's call off the wedding. I can't marry a woman like you." After saying that, Jasper walked out of the store. Renea runs after Jasper. But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the Vipers for the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adoptive parents were involved in this... They are all doing this to her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea's heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose them to the public... But before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she was killed... But when Renea opened her eyes, she found herself in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went back to the time when it all started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled into a cold smile... She was back... But this time... she was back for revenge...

Warning ⚠️‼️: This story is twisted, drenched in obsession, power, betrayal and forbidden cravings. Triggers & themes include: Age gap, obsessive mafia lord, forbidden love, dominance, and pleasurable desire. “This is wrong Alejandro…you are supposed to be my father-in-law, I’m getting married to your son” I said between moans, as his hands glided through my already sensitive skin. Alejandro groaned “I will call off the wedding Chiquita…I want you all to myself” his eyes stared at mine, desperate and yearning. “You are mine little one…mine alone” *** Lucia Vega, met the devil the morning after her twentieth birthday. A man clad in a black suit, emanating an aura that screamed danger and authority. Alejandro Delgado. And he was here for her. He was here to ask for her hand in marriage, not for him, but for his son. She was going to get married into the Delgado family. The request was shocking for Lucia. An unknown man suddenly offering an arranged marriage? Bullshit! Lucia didn’t want that, but her father had already approved it. She tried to escape, but Alejandro was always one step ahead of her. She hated him, he ruined her life and she was never going to forgive him for that. But what happens when feelings start to get twisted, and things start to change? Lucia wants to be enemies with him, but somehow she gets pulled closer to him no matter how much she tries to stay away from the man who stole her away from her family and her loving boyfriend.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".

In order to protect me, Don Salvatore deliberately announces that my fiance, Simone Pozzi, is his long-lost son. Simone shakes with excitement when he sees the man in a bespoke suit stepping out of the Rolls-Royce that is parked outside my house. Just as I'm about to tell him it's all a lie, he shoves me aside. He even brushes his sleeves in disgust, as if he has touched something filthy. Simone says, "Stay away from me. Don't let your poverty rub off on me! Since I'm the Don's son, we'll call off our engagement. An illegitimate bastard like you isn't even fit to wipe my shoes!" When I try to explain, he cuts me off by writing out a check and flinging it hard into my face. The sharp edge of the paper slices across my cheek. "Take this one million dollars as our breakup fee and don't bother me again. We're no longer from the same world," Simone says. I watch the check flutter down into the mud and quietly turn off my phone screen. On the screen is a message Papa—Don Salvatore—has just sent me, "Just bear with it a little longer, Principessa. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the famiglia." Simone is so determined to cut himself off completely. He might have the luck to claim a fortune that big, but not the life to enjoy it.

When I was seven, Victor Medici took me off the streets of Brooklyn. From that moment on, I became a blade hidden in the shadows of the Medici family. The Medici family was one of the five major mafia families in New York City, and Victor was the family’s Don. By fifteen, I had learned how to handle a gun and a knife. I could carry out the family’s “clean-up” orders with precision. By eighteen, I led a team that wiped out three weapons hubs belonging to the rival Rina mafia family, securing the East Side territory for Victor. At twenty-one, during a hearing, I took the fall for Victor’s crimes. In the end, I was sentenced to three years in prison. The day I got out, he took me straight to Las Vegas to get married. With his own hands, he slipped a ruby ring onto my finger—a symbol of the Donna. Under the witness’s gaze, he kissed me, his voice almost reverent. “Rachel, I love you. You’re my only weakness.” Then, he pulled out a stamped and signed contract from his suit pocket. “This is my wedding gift to you. If I ever betray you, my power, my status, and my wealth will be transferred into your name, and I’ll walk away with nothing.” After a pause, he gave a sly smile and added, “But that day will never come. Because I’ll always love you.” I took the contract, so happy that I felt like I might cry, but that happiness only lasted two years.

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

My husband, Don Cassian, just survived an assassination attempt. He limped in, bleeding, and ordered me to stitch him up. But when I reached into his blood-soaked suit, my fingers brushed against something soft. Black lace panties. Not mine. My hand flew to my still-flat stomach. For our child. How could he do this to us? Ice flooded my veins. “We’re done, Cassian.” His gaze was heavy, exhausted. He gave a single, sharp nod. “Fine. I’ll have my lawyer draft the papers.” But then, a frantic little voice—one that wasn't mine—screamed from deep within my womb. [Mom, don’t leave him! Dad didn’t cheat! The family isn’t going to fall. It’s a setup!] [Oriana Gallo planned all of this! She wants your place! She put those panties in his pocket herself!] [If you leave, her men will grab you. They’ll take you to an abandoned warehouse and dump your body in Lake Michigan. Then she’ll play the grieving friend, comfort Dad, and become the new Mrs. Marino!] [Mom, I came back to stop this! Please, don’t fall for it again!] I snapped back to the present. Spinning around, I launched myself into Cassian's arms, my body wracked with sobs. “I was just trying to scare you! How could you agree so easily? Are you that tired of me?” I jabbed a finger at his chest, tears streaming down my face.