Kingsley Novels & Stories

There’s also a center island for jewelries and a huge full length mirror inside. “You’re officially part of the Kingsley’s now, so yes, these are all for you hand picked by our personal stylist. You need to look the part y’know. I know it can be a nuisance sometimes but being a Kingsley means you need to uphold a certain standard even in your wardrobe. I know you can hold yourself well in social occasions but your style in clothes are really not... y'know what I mean." Shawn was beginning to feel embarrassed "So with that being said, Grandpa threw out all your clothes yesterday and just left you with few of your personal belongi

Lem Kingsley POV "You are in my seat, kid," Theo says. "I am studying my books for the literature scholar test, Theo," I say. "Go find another table at this neutral territory meeting spot." "Your father Jack Sterling wants me to watch you," Theo says. He sits down fast in front of me and puts his dark coffee cup on my papers. "The Kingsley crime syndicate has lots of enemies in Kingsport City right now. You cannot just sit alone at the Velvet Rose Café."

Her sister, sick and vulnerable, would pay the price for her foolishness. “Which pack are you from?” Kaelen demanded, his tone clipped. He needed information, facts, anything to anchor himself in the face of this maelstrom of emotion. “Silver… Silver Creek, Your Majesty,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Silver Creek,” he repeated, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a small, unassuming pack, known for its quiet diligence, not for producing powerful mates. He ran a hand through his dark hair, dislodging a cloud of flour. He felt trapped, cornered by fate in this dusty, forgotten corridor. He wanted to rage, to roar his frustration to the uncaring stone walls. But he cou

I roll my eyes and shake my head, "and these kings-- as in plural-- they bother you guys as well?" "They bother everyone. They can't really stoop low enough to the level of the scholars, since, y'know, we've got connections too, but they have gone lengths to annoy you enough to think... it's not worth it to befriend the scholars," Cece adds. "That's disgustingly cruel," I scoff. Gail clenched her teeth, "Tell her the rest, Cece." "Okay, there are three of them, three kings, and each king is one for their own reason. Before you start thinking they're some sort of power trio, let me make it clear that none of them are in friendly terms."