Freddie Kingsley Novels & Stories

I stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, as if I was trying to tell him how ridiculous an idea it was. "And guess who is bankrolling my campaign?" He asked, the excitement crawling up his skin. He could barely hide it. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing so fiercely that I tried my best to conceal my laughter. "Who?" "Kingsley The Great. One of the leaders of the many dangerous packs based in Cleveland." He concluded, standing, with his heart pacing in a bid to contain his excitement which to me, was impossible. I ran a hand through my hair. Kingsley? Wasn't he the man that was rumored as fierce and dangerous? He was known almost throughout the country.

Edwina rolled her eyes at Reina’s words. “Do you even know who that person is?” “Who gives a shit? He’s clearly not very important if I don’t know him!” Reina retorted as she angrily opened a bottle of water. Edwina replied coldly, “Sure, not ‘important’, he’s just Kingsley Shacklebolt.” Reina’s bottle of water fell to the floor with a dull thud as it spilled everywhere. “Shacklebolt? Kingsley Shacklebolt?” Reina almost lost her mind as she grabbed Edwina by the shoulders and demanded, “What’s going on? How could this be? I thought Kingsley had retired from the industry?”

They’ve learned about Hailey’s arrival and her… kind. “Let’s not prolong this any further. Don’t you think so, King Bay-wolf?” Frederick said with a proud grin plastered on his face. He is the only son of the Royal Court’s judge, earning him one of the highest spots in the Council. He is also the cockiest motherfucker in this entire room because of it. “Right,” I said through gritted teeth. “Please sit down, King Hunter.” Adolphus, an elder that comes from Wolfsegg, instructed me.

Alfred never let him down where food was concerned. “Don. If I listened to you whenever you told me not to bother, you would never get anything done.” The cart halted at the bottom of the bed as the butler turned to the curtain. David’s protests couldn’t slip past his lips before the vile man ripped the pitch-black curtains back to let the sun in. Who did the man think he was to open the curtains without his permission? Like a vampire, the mafia boss released a low hiss, shielding his eyes from the bright light. Who the hell did the butler think he was to allow sunlight to breach the mafia boss's dark domain?

Swiftly shielding Henry behind him, Claude eyed the middle-aged man warily and asked, "Just who are you people?" "My name is Anthony King," the middle-aged man said with a smile. The name seemed to ring a bell, but before Claude could speak, he heard a sound from behind. Looking back, he saw Thiago dipping his head in a bow. "Greetings, Mr. Kingsley! I didn't know you'd be gracing us with your presence. Please forgive us for not welcoming you properly!" Thiago said loudly. This was Nino Kingsley? The color drained out of Claude's face as he stared at Anthony in shock.

“What do you want to watch, Kane?” “Anything action or thriller.” King, still smiling because Kane was finally talking without sarcasm, picked a CD and put on 'Fast & Furious.' Unbeknownst to King, Kane was genuinely excited. It had been too long since he last sat down to watch a movie and just chill. His life had always been chaotic, filled with work, plans, and—let’s be honest—his own dirty little tricks. He got lost in the movie. It was the climax, and he was completely engrossed—until he felt something against his shoulder.

Now, she just wished she could get to hear more. Grace gave her a blank look until finally a frown formed on her face. "What, fired? Why would you think he would have fired you? On the contrary, I think he would have given you two weeks off but not before calling the family doctor over. Make no mistake Moesha, Mr King is no tyrant. He's an angel in human form." Keisha blinked a couple of times, trying to take in the words that she had to admit she had not expected to hear.

“Don't worry, Frederich. Taking care of Jennifer's happiness is my life's goal from now on. “Jennifer is the most precious thing I have in the world. Kingsley said in a tone as menacing as Harrison's. “And if this guy here didn't scare me, you won't. So see that I never have to be forced to take care of your race. I admit that the threat from Mr. Kingsley was much scarier than Frederich's. But when I swallowed hard at his words, they both started laughing and hugged me. I was surprised at first, then relaxed. Of course they would make that kind of speech. They were parents. They had to take care of their little girl. And when I looked at Jennifer and saw her biting her lip with a naughty loo

“You two can’t go a single call without clashing, can you?” Kingsley and Betsy had always had a love-hate relationship for no reason but I still find it funny. They had never met before but got to know each other through my video and voice call with him. Kingsley is my childhood friend and the heir to his family’s empire—the second-largest after ours and he’s also a subject of endless gossip: ‘cold-hearted,’ ‘heartbreaker,' 'head tuner' and some even calls him a demon in human form

Kingsley clears his throat and declares, “Oh, I didn't come to see you leave Louisa. I'm here to take you home.” He faces Liam and asks, “Are you ready to go home, big boy?” “Yes!” Liam replies excitedly, the thought of driving in Kingsley's expensive car filling him. “There'll be no need for that sir—” Fred cuts in, his tone firm but polite. Kingsley looks calmly and indifferently into Fred's eyes and says with a smooth accent, "Kingsley's the name, doctor.” He turns to Louisa and points at one of the bags, asking, “Shall I take that?"