Kingsman Book Novels & Stories

Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger. However, things go wrong on a mission when and she ends up encountering Kane King; a tall, brooding and handsome man with a killer smile who keeps making her break her own rules. Ironic, considering the first rule is to never break any of her rules. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

“KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” “KINGSMAN” Amidst the chants of the crowd, Jack was still able to keep his calm. Holding on to the weapon seen as the weapon of kings, Jack was akin to a war king. It had been so long since he last walked under the banner of his clan. How long had it been since he was last called by the name Kingsman, and not Jack? He looked calm on the outside, but his blood was boiling over. Soon he made his way over to the stage, and once he stood on it, the crowd went silent. He said nothing, nor did he do anything; however, his eyes told them everything. He may be unknown, but he was still a Lion King. His countenance, his aura, his very being was akin to that of the ruler of all b

Sink or swim, little bird. The doors swung open, and four men in sharp, European-cut suits entered, the Kingsman representatives. They were seasoned, weary, and clearly unimpressed by the presence of a new assistant and a boyfriend who seemed more interested in his reflection in the window than the balance sheets. “Let’s begin,” Killian rumbled.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

Only then she understood the words, 'a man who really makes a woman’s heart pound. If only those eyes staring at the book would look at her, just as much as she wanted to brush his hair away from his face. “If I embrace you, would I distract that curiosity of yours?” Asked Neil, grabbing her chin making her face him. Keanna faintly smiled at those words. “Yes.” He was the King, fulfilling his wishes was a must. All she had to do was lay still and wait for the night to pass. “What does that smile mean?” “It means it’s the will of the King.”

“Is it here where you made my false documents?” Aspen shifts in his seat, obviously feeling uncomfortable as he pushes against the frame of his glasses repeatedly. “No! The artists are down there.” Taking a step back, I look down a narrow hallway filled with shelves full of books that must lead to another hall. A man in a tailored suit is standing there casually, scrolling through the pages of a book and as he sees me he waves at me with an exaggerated smile. “Oh, that’s interesting.” “We were told that he is the King of New York,” Karma says matter-of-factly, not stopping a split second as he continues coding. “Is that true?”

“So, you read the books. The history of the royals?” “It wasn’t just history,” I replied, my tone sharp. “It was a twisted tale of manipulation and betrayal, century after century. And I want to know where I fit into all of this. Are you trying to protect me from the royals? Because if you think you can hide my existence from them for long, you’re delusional. So tell me, what do you really want?” He studied me for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “There is one crucial detail those books didn’t mention,” he said after a long pause.

The page revealed the man’s mark. A wolf beneath three waves. Shigure dropped to one knee. “The first king.” Raiken seized the book. “How?” The glass cut his palm. Blood touched the page. New words appeared. THE RESTORED KING REQUIRES THE LAST QUEEN’S LIFE. The archive doors slammed shut. Every broken crown turned toward me. Scene 107: The Price of Restoration The crowns began whispering. One voice became ten. Ten became hundreds. Give her back. Raiken threw the glass book across the chamber.