Kingsman Book Novels & Stories

Book #1: The Alpha King Ugly Bride Book #2: His Forbidden Mate Book #3: The Alpha King Runaway Bride Book #4: The Alpha King's Last Wish. Please read in this order This is the last book of the series. Thank you for staying around for it. Attention!! For distinction purposes, the slave army will be referred to as slaths in this book. Thank you for staying around this long. Happy reading. Three months ago "Fada!" Lyon called, running down the stairs to where King Xavier stood beside his carriage, which had just brought him home. Queen Mia followed behind the little boy with a smile, holding the baby boy in her hand.

The voluminous curls of my mane often feel like a hindrance, a testament to my thick and curvy physique. Placing two meticulously crafted cocktails before me, she grins, her eyes widening in realization. A sheepish admission follows – she forgot her purse. Once again, I find myself left alone in a crowd, a surge of nervousness enveloping me. Sipping on my cocktail, the liquid infusion prompts a welcomed relaxation. My gaze sweeps across the vibrant expanse of the club, and amidst the pulsating lights, a pair of eyes captures my attention – the King's. A flutter of anxiety courses through me as I watch him lick his lips and discreetly instruct a guard, pointing in my direction. I try to convi

she replied, bowing her head. All the orders of the king were remembered by General Accientsy, until they left the hall palace. When they came out, they met Regis Filius Damarion, the king's eldest son. It looked at General Accientsy. Just a teenager and a young girl when the two last met. But Regis Filius Damarion cannot forget her. Since they were young, he already wanted her. "Accentsy?" asked him, and stared into her eyes.

"For hope. Our better tomorrow is here." Aaron's heart constricted and flip flopped in his chest as he lost himself in the details of her eyes and the sparks of hope she ignited in him. Wrong. Mary killing Madz. This forced union. Everything was just wrong. Aaron dropped Keira's hands just as Grayson took a knee and said, "Long live the king and queen of assassins." "Long live the king and queen of assassins!" the crowd echoed, rising soon afterwards to applaud.

Sophie woke up with a banging headache. She knew the reason for her headache was due to the fact that she had been overthinking things but she just couldn’t help it. The king was giving her mixed signals. After the night they spent together, she went days alone without seeing or hearing from him. The only people she came in contact with were the maidens who came to give her food. No one else was allowed into the apartment and the maids were still not allowed to speak to her so she couldn’t ask them what was going on in the palace. The king kept his promise though and the maids brought a couple of books for her and also some knitting equipment. She already started reading the books but for kn

he demanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the stone floor and into her very bones. “Flora, Your Majesty,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Flora,” he repeated, the name feeling both foreign and utterly right on his tongue. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The touch was electric, a jolt of pure fire that shot through both of them. Flora gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his. In their depths, she saw not just a king, but a man as lost and stunned as she was. He was caught, just as she was, in the inexorable pull of a fate that defied all logic, all tradition, all reason. The forbidden bond had been struck, and their wor

But the warehouse was empty now, cleaned, nothing remaining of the violence that had occurred there. Except for a message spray-painted across the wall in blood-red letters: **"THE KING WILL FALL. THE THRONE AWAITS A STRONGER HAND."** The room went silent. "When was this done?" Dante's voice was dangerously quiet. "Sometime in the last three hours. After we cleaned the site." Massimo switched to another camera angle. "But that's not all. Look at this."

I see you have the mark, so the book should have found you. "Oh...yes." I replied, more like I found the book. "Then have some of the blank pages been filled?" I nodded. The man grinned, "You're off to a good start then. "Oh.." "Now, what the book won't tell you is that, hold up, aren't you the talked about Luna?" "I am talked about?" "Does that mean the king is your anchor?" I nodded in agreement. "Woww.... it's unbelievable. I never imagined to come across the King's Luna just as easily as this. "

No doubt who’s more ‘dangerous’ among them. “Shut up.” He growled at Landon, eliciting laughter from his second, before walking to his seat. I took that as my cue to leave, but— “Cassia! Come here.” What again? I thought as I gingerly approached the riled-up king. “What can I do for you, Your Majesty?” “Stand next to me… Your scent is soothing.” He added the last part after a few seconds of silence. I was stunned. So was Reckon, as he cleared his throat—painfully awkward—before discussing his business with the king. “… And as discussed earlier, I’ll send the security details floor plan for the event tomorrow morning.”

“You! Over there!” When we turned, I saw several men in armour spread around the gallant carriage. The carriage door slams open and a white haired gentleman with a shiny crown on his head appears. The Gentleman wore a well-embellished tunic with a gold-work thread. He also wears a stylish scarf and a mantle, on his chest was a shining rose of brooch. On top of it, he wore a surcoat