Freddie Kingsley Novels & Stories

He deserves it, as does anyone, male or female, who does the same thing. James gets up and starts walking towards the place where the containment wells are, Victoria and her servants start walking in the other direction, and I sigh and try to get back to my quarters. "My King!" I hear the voice of a man, who is one of my Lords, ruler of the House of Lilies. I turn to look at him, his white hair falling past his shoulders and contrasting against his black skin and navy blue clothes. "Isaac," I say his name and he bows.

He just wanted to show Frederick how inadequate he was. "Who said I couldn’t answer them?" Frederick looked at him with a puzzled expression. This irritated Kingsley even more. "Fine! Let’s see how capable you are! I’m giving you an opportunity, and yet you chose to embarrass yourself!" he snapped. Frederick chuckled, and grabbed a piece of chalk. In less than ten minutes, the entire board in the office was filled with words. Kingsley was stunned. Not only did Frederick answer every question, but he had even used a more ingenious method to solve several of them.

“From what I saw, their relationship is still very much intact. I told him all I went there to tell him, that’s all that matters to me.” Denise shrugged. “Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the drama. By the way, who is the handsome guy who came to drop you off? And don’t tell me it’s nobody. I feel like I’ve seen him before, I just can’t remember. Is he part of the elite society?” I nodded grimly. “That was King, CEO of Kings Empire.” Denise's eyes widened so much I was afraid they’d fall off their sockets. “Kingsley? As in Kingsley Wrights? When did he get back in town? And why is he giving you rides? I didn’t realize you two were that close.”

" I asked, tilting my head closer towards Andrews' side and lowering my voice. "We cant he’s the Chancellor, the house is divided, alliances are thin, the only one who could help is King Greil, and he doesn’t do anything, the fairly king doesn’t trust Killian or anyone except for his nephew, prince Claude. "Wait I though Claude is a Seelie?" I asked too confused about it all.

“My Lord I didn’t realize you were here otherwise I would have brought the girls another day to get fitted.” The King turned his head to look at Lazarus, at the same time his eyes were off to the side glancing at Jezzebelle. His hair was well managed and was well past his shoulders. You can certainly tell he was an ancient his ears were pointed and when he spoke he had an accent. According to her father he came from France. He also had frightening fangs. The older you get the more the Bloodthirst takes it toll. The King noticed Jezzebelle was looking at him or more than less was studying him.

“I do. I’ve got an update on what you asked for.” She paused. Set the glass down carefully. “Go on.” “There’s no doubt now—Kingsley traveled to Brooklyn.” “Brooklyn?” Beth repeated, blinking as if she’d misheard. “What the hell is he doing in Brooklyn? “He Stayed at an hotel, Springview hotel. Didn’t register under his name, but I got it. He was seen entering and leaving a café on Spring Street multiple times. The café is owned by his ex-wife. Katherine.” Beth went completely still.

my far away cousin; Kingsley

He replied boldly. There was a long silence before he sat across from her and exhaled. “Let me tell you more about my background and who I am in general”. He took a deep breath as he was about to talk. “My name is Kingsley Osaro. Some know me as a real estate mogul, others as the Scandal-ridden philantropist who vanished from the headlines. But who I'm really am that is a question I've been trying to

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.

He facepalmed when he saw his other bodyguards standing tall outside the room. “Do you need anything, Boss?” asked Theo. “No! Just wanted to stretch my back. Emerson doesn’t let me get out of bed. Please, don’t tell him!” said Kingsley. “Our mouths are zipped, Boss,” giggled Harris. “Laugh, and I will kill you right here, right now!” warned Kingsley. “No! no one’s laughing!” Both Theo and Harris stifled their laughter. “Idiot!” snapped Kingsley and walked away from them. But they didn’t let him walk alone. They followed him. “What the hell are you? " Go back!” he snapped again.