Elliot Kingsley Siblings Novels & Stories

After a few seconds of silence, Celeste Kingsley, Ryan's stepmother, said, “Ryan, people will always talk but if you had married Ivy earlier, this wouldn’t have happened.” Celeste Kingsley married Ryan's father just a few months after his wife died. She had blonde hair with brown eyes that matched her daughter's. In the living room, she was seated next to her husband, Miles Kingsley. He had dark hair with streaks of gray and he looked like Ryan and a younger version of Charles.

The King brothers were sitting in their office waiting for Elijah. Elijah is the right hand man of the brothers and the only person that they have trusted all their lives since they became Mafia Kings. They were already getting impatient. "Call him." Alistair said to Elliot, agitated. Just then, someone knocked on the door. The door opened and the person they were expecting came in.

Sharon had turned Andrew’s family tree into a military-grade dossier. I'd spent my mornings memorizing the “Manor Dwellers”, the siblings still orbiting the central jewel of Ashford Hill like moons around a very wealthy, very cold planet. Lionel the doctor, Zara, Patrick, Miles, Freya… and Julian, the ‘affair baby.’ I looked heavenward. “Robert's siblings next,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Elijah, Lawrence, Lucy and Tatiana.” I picked up another flashcard. “Here goes. Elijah married to Valerie… kids are Robyn, Karina, Dalton.

my far away cousin; Kingsley

"Please, if a kissing scene with my mate makes you hot, then imagine how I feel every time at your house when you and the prince are going at it like rabbits." I scoffed, "That is our bedroom, and you are supposed to tune it out, not listen." "I do not listen; I tune it out. Besides, tune this one out too." Reagan and his brother were laughing now. Kingsley looked a lot like Reagan; they were almost the same height, handsome, and had black hair. The only difference between them was their eyes. Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other.

By the time everything was finished, it was almost noon and Kinsley was in serious need of some food. “Well, that’s everything. You’re welcome to stick around and get a feel for the place, Lydie can show you around, where everything is. Liam should be around somewhere along with Sawyer, both are my brothers they work full time here like myself. My eldest sibling Walker will be back home and back to work tomorrow and West, the last Anderson sibling might wander in and out, but he doesn’t work here.” Kinsley informed as she led him out of her office and into the main room of the building.

Olivia's POV In the best Royal Hospital's delivery room, my sister, our Luna Queen, was giving birth to her baby. She had a perfect family and a perfect marriage. My mother clung to my father, and my sister's Beloved husband, Alexander, our Alpha, stood anxiously by the door, his fist clenched, praying for good news. And also me, Olivia Miller, a family member who seemed like an outsider. I stood a little away from them and leaned on the wall. During the long wait, my thoughts flew to some past bad memories.

Elliott demanded after he had regained from his shock as he faced Edla, trying to be authoritatively calm as the elder brother of them all, and the next Alpha king of the kingdom. "That inhumane beast of a sister has stabbed me at the back, acting all good and sweet to mother just to gain her favour. How dare she?! I hate her! I hate that we share the same image. She is a thief!" Edla spat again with much anger, raising the attention of the servants that were passing by. They dared not stop to look at what was going on, when the royal children of the palace were talking or having their private heat up. The real case was that they had never even gotten to witness one before. Never.

He queried as he looked at me. I frowned as I turned to my mother who kept staring at me. "I can handle Kingsley. He is nothing to be scared of." I scowled as I maintained eye contact with them. "Handle him?" Mother chuckled softly. "And you think you can handle him?" She scoffed. "Kingsley has a business with few founding families here in New Kingston, most especially the McKinsey's family and we don't know how many more allies he has here." She scoffed as she looked at me.

“Who is Reece Kingsley…” Kingsley murmured, echoing Lorenzo’s words. “Tell me.” “Well, it’s not a particularly exciting tale,” Kingsley said eventually. “My parents never got married. They weren’t even really together. I was the result of a one-night hookup. They left me with my grandparents at their old family house right after I was born. Yeah, my grandparents were the ones who brought me up.” “My dad came around occasionally. Sometimes for birthdays or Christmas.”