King Knights Mom Novels & Stories

Mom looked at me in the eyes, seriously. “No! I love him! I would never allow any woman to be his queen. I’m the only one who could support him wholeheartedly.” I answered with a firm voice. “That’s a Nitori. And always remember, that the whole family is cheering for you. We have your back, always.” Mom said, smiling. “Remember, you’re a Nitori. We never give up. And Kyle was a good man and we can see how much he loves you.” Aunt Mary said.

I told Mr & Mrs. Blake about me traveling in four days to see meet one of my family members I haven't played my eyes on ever since I was a middle school. ( Henry Blake) Who is the person? and where does this person live? Master Blake the person am going to see is my great-grandfather Alexander King, who lives in Chicago. ( Kate Blake) Have met him before Lillian. No, Mistress, I've not. My uncle just me about him yesterday.

Atticus nodded, accepting the addition to the deal. “My mother, former Luna Hermina of Moon Howlers, might be able to help. She knows a great deal about the Royal family, claims she knew the King and Walther personally. She suffers from memory loss for years, but after my father, Alpha Harry, passed away, fragments of her past began resurfacing. She once mentioned visiting the Princess and speaking with her directly. According to her, the Princess was living peacefully in a pack but she offered no further details.” King Arthur leaped from behind his desk, pure joy etched on his face.

“After you, mother.” “Thank you.” Then, his orbs turn to his brothers, squeezing them at Kyle and Kieran. They get the gesture and clear their throats, clearing any wrinkles in their shirt before they join Kade and their mother. “By the way, I heard something about a witch in the kingdom. There’s no way that is possible, is it?” Their mother asks and makes eye contact with Kade.

She asked while smiling. "No thanks your p**sy is too wide and not my type " He muttered and her smile dropped. He picked up his jacket , phone and car key then he Rushed out of the hotel room. "A$$hole " She muttered and hissed. < KNIGHT MANSION > The Knight well known family they are respected by a lot of people and they were wealthy and popular. Mr knight has two kids Levi and Brittany, Levi is his first born while Brittany is his second born. "Where is he and what did he say ? " Mr knight asked Brittany.

Nikolai order when he couldn’t get Devil to stop fighting him, she’s not happy with the bodyguard at all, she got on his nerves now. Nikolai turned to both of us, his eyes were filled with anger, but I knew he wouldn’t hit me, maybe another hug, but not this time, he was too angry for that. “Kneel” he order us both, I didn’t mind it, not after this morning events, I would try it, I got down on my knees, Devil took her time before agreeing to submit to daddy. “You two belong to me, when I say I’ll keep you safe I will” he orders, I knew that.

"Don't you know, mommy has only you in her life?" Supporting the kitchen aisle, my daughter climbed on a chair and looked at me innocently. "You always reward me, mommy. That year, when I got a low score in world geography and fine art, you still rewarded me with a new pair of blue sneakers and a blue backpack. You won the match, mommy. Shouldn't it be fair if I rewarded you, too, with your favorite Frollz?"

“King requests your presence.” Julian stepped in front of her. “Who are you? What do you want with her?” The captain did not so much as glance at him. He looked only at my mother, his tone even. “King asks that you return, just once. There is a matter concerning Hera. He needs your witness, in person.” My mother looked at them and was silent a long while. Then she said, “I won’t go.” Something shifted in the captain’s face, but he mastered it quickly. “Then forgive us.”

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything