King Knights Mom Novels & Stories

Damien muttered and Sylvia nodded and walked to Kathy. "Bye baby" Sylvia said and pecked her forehead. "Bye" Kathy mumbled and Sylvia smiled before walking to the door. "I'm coming" Damien said to Kathy before following Sylvia. ****THE KINGS' MANSION**** "Is mum coming home tonight?" Flora asked Rose who was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. "I don't know but I guess she would" Rose replied. "Pass the salt" she added and Flora gave the jar of salt to her.

He pulled out a handkerchief and gave it to me. "Its fine, My Princess. Stop crying." "Let me finish." I said By nightfall, after my mum had treated my foot, I was laying in bed, when she ran into the room and shook me saying, "We can't find Anita. We've searched everywhere." I got out of bed, my heart beating as loudly as it could. In the hallways, guards ran to and fro in search of her. I went into the throne room. I heard my father saying to the General,

I got to their room and knocked before entering Mom was all dressed up and dad was knotting his tie, they both still look young for their age. "Mom, dad the Knights family have arrived" I informed "And by the way dad you look handsome" I added "Oh really now, so If your father's handsome then what am I" mom asked jealous I chuckled "Mom you look beautiful and sexy for your age so you don't have to be jealous of your husband" I said "Okay sweetie thanks for the complements......

“Alright. CliffNotes edition.” I sit cross-legged, elbows resting on my knees, totally hooked. “My late father was the former leader of the Knights. In his later years, he remarried—my mother. He was done with my half-brothers by then. They were like Preston on steroids—entitled, arrogant, rotten to the core. So he changed his will. Said that his firstborn with my mother would be his heir. Not them.” I blink. “Whoa.” “Yeah. Well, they didn’t take it well,” she says wryly. “When they found out my mom was pregnant, they plotted to murder her.”

mother commanded all the knights, then they followed her command. “Everyone! Let us all introduce to you, our daughter, Princess Clementine! The real daughter that has been away from us since the day she was born! Those who will betray her will be tortured and executed! Those who will be loyal will receive good grace from the guardians and protection that they deserve from us, the royal family of Westernian Empire! I do not have the highest position right now, but the princess has it! Try to get on the wrong side, then you will face the Guardian of Death!” Mother shouted.

There was an awkward moment for a few seconds, Martina immediately gets away from Loren and buttons up her shirt. The knights entered inside, falling on their knees, completely surprising Martina and Loren. " W-What are you doing?" She asks , getting confused by the knights. " We apologise for being disrespectful towards you, your royal highness the granddaughter of his majesty." The knights greeted Martina as their royal grand princess of the late princess which clearly explains their sudden courtesy.

The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always. 'That's what I said, and it's final,' her mother replied, cutting the call before Aurelia could protest further. Typical. Selene Nightbane had a way of deciding everything for her daughter, from the clothes she wore as a kid to the schools she attended. At nineteen, Aurelia craved independence, but here she was, flying back to New York after years in Brooklyn, only to have her mom's new man waiting like some unwanted chaperone.

“Hello?” “Dona, where are you? I’ve been calling since forever!” Mum’s voice rang out. Shit. “Mum?” “Oh my, Donny, what were you doing?” Mum and her ridiculous nicknames! “I… I was sleeping and…” "Whatever." She cut me off. "Well there's an issue." My heart thumped, I waited. "Moses just got a call that Knight is drunk with the other priests at Saint Thomas’s crypt secret room.” I gulped hard. “So...??”

My back settled against his chest naturally, and I placed my hands over his. His mom watched us. Her smile changed. Oh, Goddess. She knew. “What kind of place is this?” she suddenly asked. Damian frowned. “Ugh... a hospital, Mom.” She glared at him. “Stop being a smart-ass, child.” I snorted. “What I mean,” she continued, waving a hand around the tiny room, “is why didn't they provide better accommodations for the King and his future Queen?” My stomach fluttered at the title again.

She never liked the Knights and always had something against them being so rich and powerful. “They’re not trustworthy,” she continued. “They’re fake. All they do is show off their wealth and power, making people like us feel grateful or pitied by them,” she spat, her voice dripping with disgust. “But, Mom, Mr. Knight is Dad’s friend, and they genuinely care about us,” I said, trying to defend them. “They use their power and wealth to help us because they don’t want to see us struggle.” Mom, of course, wasn’t having it. “You’re just like your father—never listening to my advice. Fine. But don’t come crying to me when you get backstabbed by those pretentious, so-called ‘nice’ rich people,” sh