Novel & Cerita Elliot Kingsley Siblings

*Eleanor's POV* When we got back to the castle I noticed everybody was in a hurry and by everybody I mean the slaves, maid and guards in the castle. Madam Helen rushed to me and held me by my arm "hurry!! hurry!! We just got information that the King's brother is returning back to Cordenia tomorrow. They want to pull a surprise party for Lord Elliot. Hurry! we have lots of work to do" she said and began walking away. I stood there looking confused *who is Lord Elliot*

Contd Princess Yeri. “Three other brothers?” I ask. “Yes. Kaine is the eldest, King Ozar and Prince Collins were born on the same year by different mothers. King Ozar was actually a bastard and Prince Asher is the youngest.” Gladys says and Teresa crunches her second serving of chips as she sits on my bed. “What are they like?” I ask, listening to the piece of information.

Kingsley just stared at me, waiting, because the man loved drama almost as much as he loved being right. “Well she’s Stella’s sister,” I muttered. Kingsley froze. “Hold on. Stella’s sister as in… the late Alpha King’s daughter. The one who grew up in the human world with her mother. That one?” I nodded once. Sharp. Heavy. Like the admission cost him blood. Kingsley blinked hard. “Bro. Bro. That means she’s literally royal blood walking around like she’s any random girl who shops thrift stores and drinks iced coffee. And you’re telling me she’s your mate.”

People don't change, they just mask up their bad habits and careless lifestyle with innocent and charming looks, feigning trustworthiness in order to hurt foolish people who're stupid enough to fall victims for their lies and deceits. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones - LATER TODAY, I came to know all the names of the Mckenzie siblings. The redhead is Sam. Curly hair boy is Evans. Dirty blonde hair boy is Max. Salt pepper hair, of course I know her stupid name is Sarah.

Scarlet said, then added, "You need to take care of yourself too. I heard that Miss Tate is pregnant with your child. That's amazing news. Your mother would be ecstatic if she were still alive." Elliot felt a lump in his throat as gloom flashed across his eyes. After Mrs. Scarlet left, he sat down by the bed and watched Shea with gentle eyes. They were biological siblings, but they looked nothing alike. Shea took after their father, while Elliot took after their mother. Humans are complicated creatures. Elliot despised his father more than anything, and although Shea resembled his father, she never reminded him of his father. Both his parents were gone, and he had never really gotten along w

He was like a chameleon that morphed into what he needed to be. "Good morning, Mrs. Kenneth. I'm Roux Dalhberg and this is my sister Lilac," my brother spoke, smiling politly as he shook the woman's hand. "You spoke on the phone with our father, Alexander Dahlberg, not too long ago with regards to my sister's enrollment." "Ah, yes, Dahlberg. You're Mrs. Esther Sweeting's grandchildren, correct?" Mrs. Kenneth spoke as she straightened her well-ironed vest and moved stray red hair away from her pale, neatly painted face.

She then pretended to be in a state of great difficulty and softly spoke, "It's Liam's ex-wife, Gwyneth Glen... Sh-She's always despised me and tried to humiliate me..." For the next while, Elizabeth kept her head down, wiping away tears while pouring out her grievances about Gwyneth to Kingsley. She played the role of a helpless, oppressed woman devoid of strength to fight back. Once she finished her complaints, Elizabeth covered her face with both hands, suppressing a laugh, for she was confident that Kingsley would unquestionably come to her aid. Although Kingsley's father appeared to be an ordinary wealthy man on the surface, he was actually involved in organized crimes, with the family

"Of course I am. I don't even know what to expect." He gives a brief smile. "Then I should give you a crash course on the family tree." I glance around the almost empty diner. "Here?" He nods. "My family isn't that large, so it wouldn't take a lot of time." "Okay." "You know it's my cousin who's getting married, right?" I nod. "His name's Elliot. Elliot King." "King?" I repeat. "Isn't that just your dad's name?" "It is." "I didn't know nephews could have their uncle's name as their last name."

Kharel said, immediately causing Niall, who was still 18 years old, to shut his mouth tightly. He couldn’t possibly dare to defy the king’s order, unless he was willing to lose his head, of course. "I know ... after all, you are one of the only male descendants of the Wellington family line, and your uncle, King Xylan, would certainly not want anything to happen to you," Elliot said, once again filled with truth. Kharel nodded at Elliot and then smiled broadly this time, responding, "Elliot ... even though you're the youngest among the three of us, you're actually the most mature."

The hymns showed how much the late monarchs were loved by their people. At our camp during the journey back, I told Elizabeth about Kevin and our father, but she already knew. She had overheard them arguing about it one night and they said something about us being half-sisters. Her reaction to the news? “Whether it’s half, full, or none, you are my sister and I love you.” Ever since Kevin left, she’s been pretty good at handling tricky situations.