Kingsley Novels & Stories

[Ryan Kingsley is in his last days and the future of the Kingsley Group remains uncertain.] [The Kingsley Group’s stocks keep dropping following Ryan’s declining health. Could this be the end of the Kingsley Group?] [The Kingsley Group is on the verge of collapse as Ryan Kingsley approaches his end.] The news of Ryan’s deteriorating health spread through the city like an angry wildfire. Ryan was going through his phone, reading the headlines when Lora grabbed his phone from him.

“You two can’t go a single call without clashing, can you?” Kingsley and Betsy had always had a love-hate relationship for no reason but I still find it funny. They had never met before but got to know each other through my video and voice call with him. Kingsley is my childhood friend and the heir to his family’s empire—the second-largest after ours and he’s also a subject of endless gossip: ‘cold-hearted,’ ‘heartbreaker,' 'head tuner' and some even calls him a demon in human form

He could not put Lorenzo’s work in danger, not after he had done so much to protect it. Kingsley sent a text back, saying he would reach in thirty minutes. It was a surprise that Lorenzo lived only some streets away. Or perhaps not so odd since both chose rich areas to stay. Kingsley chose to take a bath, then put on a gray shirt with buttons and black pants. He stood before the mirror, thinking back to how Cole always fussed about his clothes. Kingsley never bothered with name brands, and in school he came mostly in shirts with band names and loose pants, which made his ex unhappy.

He always exuded power and dominance wherever he went. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. You’re welcome to the K Casino Hotel. We are committed to giving you a wonderful experience. In our midst, we have with us, renowned businessman, Kylan Kingsley, the CEO of the Kingsley Group, and he’s available to play at least one game with someone from the crowd.” Remi Jackson suddenly called for everyone’s attention. “If you don’t mind, I would like to have a match with you, Mr Kingsley,” Richard approached Kylan’s table confidently, Cheryl holding on to his arm like he would disappear if she let go.

Randell rolled off me but before I could follow, Kingsley took his place, sliding his hard cock into my well-used, soaking pussy. “Where do you think you’re going, precious?” he asked with a devilish grin. “You’re all primed now, baby. It’s my turn for a little sweetness.” I giggled and wrapped my legs around his torso. “You like a dirty girl, don’t you, Kingsley?” I teased but soon I was getting hot all over again. There was something primal and nasty about Kingsley fucking me after his brother had already squirted inside me. I could feel my juices dribbling from my soaking pussy and the sounds o

“Hey, Amelie. I see you're doing well. I had been thinking a lot lately and had come back to say that I miss you. I had missed our conversations, your cute laughter and moments. I thought you would have been miserable as I was. But I see you aren't. Who is that man with you? I wonder.. would it hurt you to see him fall down and bleed to death? Would you like to find out? I would. In fact, I'm going to find out right now. Take care, Kingsley.”

I smile at her as I greet her with a small hug. "Right, I'm sorry, Kasey." "Don't worry about it." I step inside and she follows me, closing the doors behind her. Lily still looks the same as she did 6 weeks ago. I missed her cute little smile, she was a good friend for me the week I spend here. "Where is he?" I say, referring to the king. "He's in his study, miss Kasey." Miss Kasey will do, for now. "Thank you, Lily." She smiles at me and lowers her head before walking off.

Lance asks. Just like their friend's name, when they tell us where their friend Chaos is, we freak out. First, that entire area is ghetto, and most living there are African Americans. Second, it has the highest crime rate in the city. I am pretty sure that white men don’t willingly go into that area, much less to extremely famous white women. “Have you two lost your fucking minds?” Lance asks. “No, and we have been hanging out in that part of town for years. No one bothers us, and we know everyone there. We have never had a problem.” Kylynn replies.

"You sat in Cain Calloway’s chair, Eli. People have seriously been kicked out of the program for less. Okay, that’s a lie, but still. You basically told the king of the school to kick rocks. Do you even know who they are?" "The Calloways," I said, shrugging. "I saw the names. Rich, I assume?" "Rich?" Petra laughed, making this high-pitched sound that drew looks from a group of passing freshmen. "Their family basically owns half of this state, Eli. They’re huge legacy students—like, their great-grandfather built the library. Cain is the intense one, and Cole is the one who looks like he’s constantly plotting something sketchy. They don't talk to people, and they definitely don't let people st

Raisa asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Ours," Aaryan confirmed. "My father wanted us to live like royalty here." Zarif chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. "We *are* royalty. Now, we are the Kings of New York." Aaryan walked to the window. Below him, the city pulsed with life—car headlights flowing like molten gold, the Hudson River shimmering in the distance. He thought to himself: *One day, this city will be in my palm.* But not today. Today was for observation. Today was for survival.