King Knights Mom Novels & Stories

Jamie didn’t bother perusing the menu. “She didn’t leave me a message,” Knight finally said. “I told her not to.” Which meant her mood was most likely a full-on crying jag and emotional maelstrom that only a mother could produce. Charlotte wasn’t prone to histrionics—she considered such breakdowns gauche—but ever since Knight returned from Tripoli three years ago, his mother had been breaking her own rules left, right, and center when it came to personal protocol. Knight fought back a wince. “She didn’t have to watch.”

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

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.

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

“Dominic Knight. From Knightingdale Suits.” His lips were slightly parted and he moved his head back slightly without responding to me. My mom put a hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly with a faint smile. “What’s wrong?” My dad had his hand on his neck and his voice was slightly strained, “He, uh… he doesn’t have the greatest reputation, honey.” “Neither do you, but you’re my favorite person.” “Hey!” Countered my mom with a pout. I put my hand on her knee and corrected myself, “My favorite person who is male.”

She said. “I get that you want to stay away from me. I wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if I were you so I will give you the space and time you need but keep in mind, Renia. This isn’t over yet, we are not over, we cannot be over, not now and not anytime soon. I will get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness if that is what it will take to get you back. I will do anything to win you over again. Always remover that, Mrs. Knights.” I said and she opened her mouth to reply when the door opened and her mum came in. She was at her bedside in an instant and I moved away to give her space. She cupped Renia’s face in her hand and stroked it with her thumb.

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.

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.