King Knights Mom Novels & Stories

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

Author's POV "Who is she? Oh my god! Look at her, she is so fucking hot... Isn't she giving black widow vibes?" Julie's jaw dropped after looking at the woman who stopped Knight brothers by her powerful kicks. "Oh, yes, yes, yes... I know who she is... She is Rose Knight. Their mother!" "What?" Arabella gasped while clasping her mouth. "Mother!" "Yes! and bro, she is the most dangerous one among the family... People call her silent killer. Whole mafia world is scared of her and she is the reason why no one messes with Knights."

I beamed. I noticed Knight raise his brow. “Not that bad, huh?” He commented but I ignored it and smiled to his mom. Hell, I have to get his mom’s heart. I’m not really a fan of parents not wanting a certain man or woman for their daughter or son. That happens in movies and novels, not in real life. His mom chuckled. “Seems like you’re not at the level of Ashejan’s standards.” She teased and I immediately chuckled. Oh, hell, Mother. If you only knew how your son is enough for me for all eternity, you won’t even budge. I swear. I want Knight. I only want him. Him alone.

He queried as he looked at me. I frowned as I turned to my mother who kept staring at me. "I can handle Kingsley. He is nothing to be scared of." I scowled as I maintained eye contact with them. "Handle him?" Mother chuckled softly. "And you think you can handle him?" She scoffed. "Kingsley has a business with few founding families here in New Kingston, most especially the McKinsey's family and we don't know how many more allies he has here." She scoffed as she looked at me.

And with that, she plunged headfirst into the world of the five Knights, her plan to charm one of them taking shape with each detail she uncovered. ## The Five Knights: A Closer Look Aza's eyes scanned the screen, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She was diving headfirst into the world of "The Five Knights," the enigmatic owners of Knights Advertising Company. This was her shot at saving Oz, and she was determined to make it work. Onyx Samaniego: The Chick Magnet

I stood there stunned, unable to fathom why she despised Damon — or his father — so deeply. They had attended the Knight Group’s gathering in London, mingling with investors, shaking hands with influential people, playing the part. Was she bitter because they hadn’t secured the investment? If she hated the Knights so much, why even show up at their celebration? The way Mumma spoke tonight, it didn’t sound like business at all. It sounded personal. Almost like she carried a vendetta against Damon, especially his father. Didn’t they attend those gatherings and celebrations precisely to stay in the Knight Group’s good books, to secure investments, to win favor?

he smiled and looked at Eli, who still didn’t react. “Even if you change your clothes or your identity, or hide under a different name, you can’t change the fact that you are a Knight, the eldest child of Mi’lady Scarlett Knight.” Eli was even more stunned when he heard his mother’s name. “You won’t stay here forever…” Eli quietly returned to his room and noticed that his girlfriend was already asleep, so he sighed and took his wallet from the bottom of his drawer, where he kept his credit cards and a picture of his family.

*ADELIA** I walked into the throne room and saw my parents with a some visitors. They looked like royalty from another kingdom. My Father was laughing loudly with the other King. I bowed my head to greet all of them. ''Ah... My beautiful princess. Take a seat''. He gestured to one of the seats away from the throne, by his side. ''Meet my friend, King Arnold. He's my childhood friend. You should know him.... I talk about him all the time!''.

Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me. A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent. “Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead. Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.

So, I watched my mother walk down the aisle, composed and draped in the traditional dress of our kingdom, adorned with precious stones and intricate artwork. "Your Majesty, you summoned me?" My mother's voice was steady, but there was an underlying nervousness in her eyes. "Mother, my guards informed me that you selected a team of Knights to search for my father. However, I have yet to receive a report on their findings. The loyal members of our court and I await an update." My words warned my mother: if she continued to issue orders or withhold information, she risked losing all her royal privileges.