Kendall Knight Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see beyond he and Rampage but heard someone draw a quick breath and knew we’d encountered the first of the knights guarding the castle. Killian rolled a short, curved sword, he’d had tucked behind his arm, forward. He slashed the knight between his helmet and the plate of his armor. Slicing his throat before spinning the blade above and bringing it down alongside the metal collar to sink down into the collar and deeper into vital organs. The knight crumbled. Causing a mess for the rest of us to stumble over. Killian was still moving down. Rampage on his heels. They soon entered the foyer and Rampage caught my arm and dragged me between he and Killian. Pinching me between their bac

“Well I have underestimated you Ms. Knight.” He said clapping his hands. “Maybe now you will give me some trouble and I can actually play a game with you.” He said turning his back to her. “Actually might have to bring Hecta back, so that means I could kill Marcus.” He said walking towards her.

The girl I never met before stepped forward and extended her hand. "I'm Sabrina. Welcome back, it's great to finally meet you Luna." She grinned at me, her brown eyes twinkling. I smiled at Sabrina, "It's great to finally be back." I chuckled. My eyes scanned the room for the face I had been longing to see. When I noticed Killian wasn't here, I frowned. "He's on his way, Claire. There was a lead on Damien and he wanted to chase it down himself." Kira gave me a reassuring smile.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

I did not come here to watch him lose. I am here to see him win this championship. Red flares in Nate's eyes as he squirms harder underneath Killer. I swear the guy is a fucking hulky beast. Nate's back arches up from the ground, his knees lifting and angling backwards, arrow tipped, jamming hard into Killer's back. Killer grunts and wriggles his back in pain, giving Nate the chance to slip out one of his legs out of Killer's hold. In a swift whirl, Nate's free leg traps one of Killer's legs, forcing Killer to crash on his side and to succumb into a side by side tugging position. Nate jabs his elbow mercilessly direct on Killer's exposed ribcage, hitting hard as much as he can.

Eleanor stood rooted to her spot. Kayden Knight was shot. Just this morning he was flirting with her during the ritual and now… he … he needed medical help. So much happened this morning. There was a shift in her feelings towards him in the past few hours. At first, she was annoyed by his audacity in completing their Royal tradition. She froze when he had applied color to her and kissed. Then she needed his help in tracing Patricia. She pleaded with him to take her along in this mission. She took his support during their ride to Orlando.

Period. @VelvetHeatQueens: All hail the Queen. News Anchor: "In a shocking turn of events, Cameron Knight, son of media mogul Ronald Knight, has been caught in a scandal involving multiple escorts at the Empire Heights condo. While details are still unconfirmed, leaked footage obtained by our network shows Mr. Knight engaging in compromising acts while appearing disoriented." Rylee stood by the mirror in the dressing room, arms crossed, watching it all unfold on screen. Her reflection looked different. Still her, but sharper. Stronger. The girl who used to cower was gone.

"He should have tied a dead raccoon around his neck and danced naked, then yes he would gain any merit over some shit. My lips compressed into a line by my failure to try to contain a laugh. "And what happened to you? Kendall braked at the lift next to the fuel pump and smiled at me. "A thing called PMS. We jumped onto the pavement of the empty gas station, and I bypassed the car until I sat in the closed trunk, while Kendall struggled with her big nails to open the fuel tank lid. I evaluated my own nails, noticing them bigger than Kendall's, and I knew that any attempt on my part would be useless.