Kingsley Tealeaf Novelas e Histórias

he whispered, wiping her tears. Luna nodded weakly and drifted back to sleep. The moment her breathing steadied, Kingsley rose slowly—too slowly—like a man reeling in a storm. He looked at Tessa, his eyes cold as stone. “Follow me,” he said. Calm. Too calm. Tessa’s stomach dropped. I’m screwed, she muttered under her breath as she followed him into his office. The door clicked shut behind her. Kingsley didn’t turn. Didn’t speak. He just stood with his back to her, shoulders tight with barely controlled fury.

She slipped into The soft cream coloured dress he’d laid out for her earlier-a simple shift,clinched at the waist, with delicate lace at the sleeves. When she opened the door, Kingsley stood waiting. And for a moment, he looked like he’d stepped straight out of an old novel. No blazer, just a crisp white shirt rolled at the sleeves, Charcoal trousers, and bare feet against the hardwood floor. His hair was slightly tousled like he'd run his fingers through it a few too many times. His gaze swept over her—not in lust, but in awe. His voice dropped to a soft, warm register.

The car was expensive, yet she messed it up with her soaked clothes. Kylan didn’t respond, instead, he slid Ava’s bag from her shoulder and took off his jacket before draping it over her shoulders. Surprisingly, the inside of his jacket wasn’t soaked, probably because he hadn’t been in the rain for long like her. It was actually warm, and it smelled like him. Ava had to resist the urge to sniff the jacket, her heart racing in her chest. Was this a dream? Kylan Kingsley was known as the ruler of the business world. A young entrepreneur who took over as the CEO of the Kingsley group at the young age of twenty-two. He was the type of man you could only get to see on TV, business or gossip magaz

It was the one place in the castle where Kaelen felt he could breathe. He arrived before Lyra, the climb up the winding, narrow stairs a physical manifestation of the ascent he was forcing his mind to make. He had to rise above his grief, to become the king his kingdom needed him to be. He stood by the large, crystalline lens of the great telescope, its glass clouded with age, its gaze turned towards a sky he could no longer see with any clarity. The door creaked open, and Lyra stepped inside, her movements silent and sure. She was not dressed for a clandestine meeting, but in the same simple, dark leather she always wore, a blade at her hip. She was a weapon, and she knew it.

Tessa was seated in her office when someone knocked at the door, making her look up at it. “Come in,” she called out. Her eyes widened when a man she wasn't expecting walked into the office. “What can I do for you, Mr Kingsley?” She asked with furrowed eyebrows while giving him a questioning look. “Aren't you going to ask me to take a seat?” David Kingsley said with a smile on his face. He had a large bouquet of red roses in his hands. He was in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black pants.

I stared at him, eyebrows furrowed, as if I was trying to tell him how ridiculous an idea it was. "And guess who is bankrolling my campaign?" He asked, the excitement crawling up his skin. He could barely hide it. He was grinning from ear to ear, blushing so fiercely that I tried my best to conceal my laughter. "Who?" "Kingsley The Great. One of the leaders of the many dangerous packs based in Cleveland." He concluded, standing, with his heart pacing in a bid to contain his excitement which to me, was impossible. I ran a hand through my hair. Kingsley? Wasn't he the man that was rumored as fierce and dangerous? He was known almost throughout the country.

That will only make him more off limits and I like that. A few minutes later, the game starts and as soon as I step out onto the field next to all my teammates, my eyes move and find Kingsley surrounded by his dance team. He's wearing a new uniform that I haven't seen him wear before. It's little red shorts and a long sleeved black shirt. His white hair stands out like a light among everyone. He’s seriously the most striking person that... "Hey!" someone complains when he almost trips because of me, "Pay attention, Taffy."

The hall was warm with amber light when Katherine and Kingsley stepped inside. Long tapestries draped the windows in calming earth tones, and two tall glass dispensers sat on a linen-covered table near the door—one filled with cucumber-mint water, the other with hibiscus iced tea. A row of handmade clay cups stood beside them, mismatched and charming.

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."